LESS DISTINCT
And
there has always been the
with
its
fast
mud,
hopeless currents of deadly
forces and
and
river,
heavy smell of decay,
the decay weighted
sandi lechler
BOUNDARY
all
persuasion,
the meaningless forms and motions.
He has stood on the banks before, watching fascinated as other mirrored wreckage blundered past to destinations of terrified forgetting. Lately the
edges have been crumbling
slightly,
making a less distinct boundary to him when the crossing over from watcher to wreckage took place. And he knows the only hope is to cross the confused waters or go tell
back to the beginning again, or
—
stay
and disintegrate
.
.
.
mark nicholson
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