[ob]literate

Prior restraint, alive in its illusion, ushers forth a new understanding of what it means to breathe. The opinions of the marginalized lie skinny on the roadside, withering from lack of agreement. The two-toned revelation which sprouts from the desiccating body spirals upwards and outwards, a thorny vine so gorgeous in its peril. But against such sheepish landscapes, only secrets last. As if the entirety of the malcontents clung in anticipation to the razor's edge.