Monday 10/19/2020 11:10:00 PM

the end lingers. cruelly gnawing on our remains. 

the honey hardens. the meat spoils. the plants decay. our muscles turn to lead. our skin becomes paper. 

death is in no hurry. and life maintains a ferocious grip. 

in the sun the green grass turns brown. in the cold the flowers die out. 

our paths wind and intersect randomly.. snakes and rats fumbling toward the maze's end. 

animals drowning in our own emotional  math. 

life is a slender bridge above a canyon of immeasurable depths. 

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