Thursday 12/30/2021 11:35:00 PM

 the flame danced on its axis. we sold our doubts to the highest bidder. the truth like quicksand. 

i wandered. full of souring distances and sobering miles. 

the bridge churned against the storm, but i managed to cross it. 

i didn't want. i couldn't ask. but i needed. that final stroke. 

the hardened lines. the irrevocable consent. to abandon all hope. 

all those glorious summers dissolving.

like tissue paper.

into the flood that is tomorrow. 

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