"…there is no place for purely human boasts of grandeur, or for forgetting that men build their cultures by huddling together, nervously loquacious, at the edge of an abyss." – Kenneth Burke.
[daily log: walking, 7km]
Day: May 23, 2017
Caveat: Quatrain #108
(Poem #296 on new numbering scheme)
Parts of the world declaim to others by means of movements small and large, that spiral and conspire to etch scars on us all.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.