thoughts stall.
hurtle from cliff.
disappear without
echo
in red-rimmed abyss
fathomless
far–
and
knowing
falters, too
–flinging
forward fast—
ricochet-ricochet-ricochet
everything
backward
a dream,
everything forward
a night terror,
building blocks
missing cornerstone–
the rain
lends
rubble
gilded meaning.
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