Adieu

Posted on February 2, 2022February 6, 2026 by Le Flaneur

A single tear 
An earthen grave
Justice procures its final slave
Faith for the depraved
Love be saved
Fear caressed by morning’s dew  -

To chance farewell

Or

Thus, to bid adieu

A Modern Flâneur

I am a stroller, walker, wanderer, idle and dispassionate observer of the vulgar and sullen sceptre of human repair. I will back-up, swerve, curve, climb or descend to near or far, but never to go straight and rarely slow to step outside the alien apathy of the freshly colonized collective hubris of modernity.

I have emerged from the bohemian shadows, neither fish nor fowl, absent such suffocating boundaries as the flesh, incarnate from the repressed shallows of a disparate society to reanimate a new space born deep within my consciousness of restraint; to render a clarion call. I am no longer the ambient observer of remote urbanity, but modernity on my own path to source all life's nuances both fleeting and remis.

Châz

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