Buoyancy

we simmer in a our spent contrition. lost in the faded colors of a life barely lived. time roars. a violent admonition. the rope breaks and our nooses fail. the dead linger. chalk and ash in the crevices of grief. as we watch the bulb slowly dim.

struggling with the torn maps and the missing places. victims of our own narcissism . thieves stealing what’s been stolen from us.

the stilted edge swallowing our wilted choices. the answers growing heavier as the miles accumulate.

the needle boasts its thread, but still our seams come undone. gravity peddles its epiphanies. still our ladders are broken.

we swim in this deepening ocean. hungry for a distant end.

we surrender. to these empty skins. our truth like lead. drowning us.

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