The infinity of consequence
Regard your hands with disgust.
Idle, they are the tools of wicked thought...
Your mind wanders the contours of things forbidden,
misused, it writes a script for dormant horrors...
the seed and the active ingredient repel,
whilst psychopathic imagination permits all...
the membrane of restraint is gossamer thin...
a butterfly wing betwixt heaven and hell
between war and peace
that moment between the idea and the act,
before a life or the world entire might change...
In those quiet spaces of strength or surrender
lives are shaped or destroyed
that know not each other.
https://wolfgarwords.com/2025/04/16/the-infinity-of-consequence/
David RL Moore
Sun 20th Apr 2025 17:55
Thanks for the likes and comments
David