Don't Get Comfortable

Based on the artwork It’s Raining Knives by Silvia Levenson  True houses sit upon their precise grass.There is no movement, there is no sound, there is no imperfect quality.Imprints of walls and yard decorations place safety.Even the yellow siding radiates an unmistakably pure tune.  Let the darks in the greens bring you up to the sky.Here lies your neighborhood.The everlasting danger you never look for whispers in your ears, “Knives, knives, knives.”  Will they ever lose their grip?We don’t know.The less you know, the stronger danger grows.Don’t get comfortable. 

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