days proceed to the end of time

from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (21)

the moon hangs on the horizon

a waterdrop waits on a leaf

we are on an edge

like acrobats along a wire or

a knife at our voiceless throats

I don’t know where we fell away

(January 30, 2020)

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