coming on like cascade
waves of laundry detergent
smells, swells of green
viscous blue flowing phosphorescent
sludge of ages, I am looking down
feet sink to ankles now
flowing civilized pri-evolution-mordial
ooze,
I am peering into the white bones of time
all bleached with facts and labels
a grating headache heartache failure
there's no launching pad on linear lines
instead, cracked and battered shells
rolled over meaningless ages
now motionless
colorless
empty
thick to the waist
base of skull
no ones breathing anymore
hitting the water's edge
water's fall
carried by chemical flows
undertows
ripped far from shore
flailing arms, numbed feet
tiring
sinking
still.
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