Ruminations, Musings and Other Stuff…

by Tad Hunt

I stood on planks of wood.
Relics of the sight swaying above me.
Soaked from the hours before…
It came, cool, pure, malleable.

Liquid.

Falling from heights…
I’ll never see, I’ll never touch,
never feel. I’m…
envious…

Of their shapeless freedom.
Their chaotic trajectory.
Their speed. Their rhythm.
Their end.

They avoid me.
My corpus, my emotions.
Straight past.
Shattering brilliantly.

I only wish to join them.
My time short.
Unpredictable.
Only adding to everything

…in the end.

The beginning.
And the unity…
Of everything in between.

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