There was a time

when the words

flowed like a waterfall,

an endless cascade

of letters, gathering

together like waves

in the ocean, crashing

down in a sigh, then

slipping away once again.

This is where my life will end,

like the bottom of a riverbed,

dried up, seared by the heat

of the daytime star, scarred

where words no longer

can bleed brittle memories,

merely to fall away,

an invisible page

 

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