CANBERRA FOLD
Like running from the scene of a crime makes any
difference - in the background the man was still
on the ground, bent over and bleeding from the head.
A woman was running off to the right. I felt a faint
half-light but was only to see partial things, all was
moving so fast : I am faint, I am complaint, I remain
silent. Am I complicit? Should I somehow reach out,
trip her up, bash her in the face? Would I be able to
do that? No, in all honesty, I do not think I could.
Butt then, if it were him instead, probably so much
easier, yet now it is him who is bleeding to death.
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