unreal estate part 1... Karma Place cont'...

We are not sure where we are as dew drips off offers suspended, as middle men position the played for maximum enhancements of their coffers, and the rail we teeter on wears thin. This process is seeping contradiction, to have such a place of detached tranquility thus manipulated. Where competitive zeal ricochets off its bamboo armaments and in an ironic flicker within this fogged dream, the current owner stands alone, draped in signage, determined, and pleading for peace on the courthouse steps downtown. When this latest acid trip dissipates and closure is apparently clear, we're going to find a nice little place in the back of someone else's consciousness, and hide until the next bus passes that appears to be going our way.