First Words

Posted on February 1, 2022February 1, 2022 by Le Flaneur

 A morsel of spurious spittle is
the first chortle of this audible riddle
when adamah’s curt crispy lisp purses the
lustful lurch of a petite protozoa.

                                                          Châz

A Modern Flâneur

You are a stroller, walker, wanderer, idle and dispassionate observer of the vulgar and sullen sceptre of human repair.You 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.

You 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 the consciousness of restraint; rendering your clarion call.You are no longer the ambient observer of remote urbanity, but modernity on your own path to source all life's nuances both fleeting or remis.

Châz

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