- Vol. 07
- Chapter 08
He hit a wall.
His fads could not fog the view.
No not anymore.
He could not look the other way.
It would not be the same.
To stare at his birds with their
Restrained flights of fancy.
To go on grooming the dogs and not see the dirt
That has spread on the ground and beyond the gates
There is no carpet left to brush it all under.