black and white

spending time on the circuit, the itinerant lawman kept his wits….prone to fits of helpless rage, for him but chapters…always got his man, and they just shook his hand….fading now to black, and then joining the day’s white….nobody heard a sound, nobody saw a thing….funny from the hollow men supposed to know everything…

later on as day turned once more to the blackest black….running down the rails in a nervous kind of panic…falling from the sky came beads of pearly white…deeper came the darkness too once the earth had repossessed it….

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