A dissolution; dissolvement; deconstruct; dismantle; defying destruction…

In a crowd the movement becomes sanctioned. An orchestra of seemly random patterns of numbers and results/actions.

Pushing the goal post until the goal post pushes back.

“What time is it?” Asks the clock on the wall.

In reply the force of time pushes back until all the pieces are scattered on the floor.

To drive a wedge/spear/hate/kindness deep into the herd, there is a fraying sound; fracture/=splintering rendition of the most numbing and hurtful way.

When the streets are finally empty and the only sound is a whispering of a breeze, a man holds out a hand to help the man get once more up and on his feet.

Now with open eyes to see once more, the insanity of humanity.