Reflect! Watching… waiting… a life indentured, the alpha/omega. Lost in solemn rumination; muscles actuated. The Gates of Hell are watched with weary eyes. A modern world built on a tired titan’s back.
They rise to seek the light, but their aims are met with failure, because the sun has cast them down and riches cloud their luminous minds with fable and with narcissism. A heaving brain baptized in bronze. The bane, the blight of humanity, is waiting to erupt. They rise, and lay waste.
The weight of this burden falls solely on his back. What miracle is meant, suggested by this frame relaxed and bent?
Can we still find the light at the end of the tunnel?
Those who live by hope alone will end up watching their own lives fade away. -Attente tourmente.