The parts of the path
that have not succumbed
to the rising floodwaters
deepen the treachery of the way.
The secure step seduces.
With no ground to stand upon,
nothing to absorb the blood,
it’s hard to justify one truth.
Safety’s monogamous.
It holds one tight in belief
that there is no other way.
One’s position must be true
to maintain a proper balance.
The lie of the land is never
to be trusted; static, or flux
is inconsequential. What grip
one can acquire is equally
accidental and delusional.
Trails here have collapsed,
Vanished beneath undergrowth.
(July 4, 2017)
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