Who's to blame?

When the fluid state raises and covers up the whole

leaving no patch for a soul to stand on,

what then?

What will the advocates of inclusion declare to be the source of our confusion?

Who then, will we blame?

Who then, will we blame? to whom will our fingers point?

Who then, will we blame? to whom will our fingers point? How will we run or kick and punch,

Who then, will we blame? to whom will our fingers point? How will we run or kick and punch, those who we repugn?

Listen,

Listen, allow yourself

Listen, allow yourself to be distracted by the fear;

Listen, allow yourself to be distracted by the fear; there is no point in trying to steer

Listen, allow yourself to be distracted by the fear; there is no point in trying to steer for ahead and all around us

Listen, allow yourself to be distracted by the fear; there is no point in trying to steer for ahead and all around us no piece of land is yet clear.

Why add a message which could only bring dismay to a community which refuses to let their dreams fold?

I don't know.

Note: I'd like to try something that I hope some of you will like. I'll make the images from my stories available for you to make your own story and compete with mine.

My hope is that the images and the things I wrote can act as a prompt and a trigger to inspire your own story or poem.

If your story gets more likes than mine (which I hope it does) I will shout you as the winner.

I am also including the original images for those who have an interest in learning how I modified them to fit the Commaful format.

Best of luck and have fun!