Mine

... Luna said.

"You own yourself, not everything you can get away with taking.", he retorted. The tinge of afflictive emotion was self-evident."

"As if those were only choices available." her calm reply only served to widen the gap a bit more. Mostly because he was upstaged by her deeper understanding of an old refrain delivered in timely and convincing fashion.

The unfortunate frame that served the interests of the conflict as opposed to something more productive was on top.

Meanwhile, joint ownership on  a variety of scales was neglected. Warfare of the information variety effectively obscured something, on deeper consideration, that held great promise. Welcome to new century.

The words of the whisper from they knew not where were clear, "For that you came."

© 2012 Buzz Hill