"Amusements"

#0147. Do not allow yourself to be distracted. There is a divine presence just beneath the clouded surface. You cannot afford distraction. There is something intangible and sacred just beneath the plastic surface. Do not look up. Do not look upon the neon lights nor listen to the wildness and joy that startles up from the flaming ravine. You are distance running lost harbor night gone losing the trail that you had worked so hard to hangman's terrible noose and there it is, so shimmery, like the scales of a dying silver carp. What? You scare so easily. The intangible is gone. The surface now is all there is.