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                                it’s only
                the guts and instinct worry us now,
                                parley of glimpse mostly inured to us, and
                only in desperation and worthless art do we follow them
                                to unravel the unholy mess a little
                (too much strain to untangle
                                              too much compromise to try)

                                the cab
                that took him away left
                                perfect receding lines by the kerbside
                out into the busy streets of London;
                                peoples’ lives are not so sacred now
                they twist and float
                                              like idle smoke
                                                                      from the settled skyline


askance from chapter twelve of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

a little snippet from askance From Hell, askance from chapter ten of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell, gwn’n’avvalook




Alan Moore & compromise & life & society wormhole: the 20th century
London wormhole: step
others wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
skyline wormhole: ha ha ha
streets wormhole: the streets just fill with business