walking home

under

the inexorable

force

of last

night’s

full moon,

i am

thrown

into

your inevitable

path.

my head bent,

my shoulders hunched,

i looked up

and i

stumbled-

hands and knees

and splayed

and down.

feet

and

plunge

and

trip.

this abyss-

we made it-

too suddenly,

too late,

too visible now.

 

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