I feel forced into an equivocal demeanor, in an effort to relinquish any evidence of what lies subsurface. If you peer over the edge, you'll find a canyon, barely visible behind the furtive tricks of the sun and the colors that your mind fools you into believing are there. The cavity is pervasive, with bleak chance of observing the theoretical end. Yet, in that cavity walks a soldier of prevaricative intention. Is the soldier trying to get out or trying to stay in?
