The tattered cuffs of this old Jean jacket..

…a trigger was pulled…the sorrow began
The course was set and off they all ran. To the starboard side and out to the dawn,the settling of frost over hills and beyond. Smashing temptations while holding your breath, plaid coats and blue jeans, half lives and death.  The remnants of memory, clouded by time…ticking of seconds lost in a rhythm.  Found off course broken and beginning to rust,  lost progress running while ash turns to dust… 🐺