The vertigo.
Yes the roller-coaster experiences vertigo.
Yes the mountain know the quakes, knows the crumbling.
Words tumble out of your mouth on the same day that I had my rocksteady vertigo nightmare.
The irony of fear returns to the words.
Failing, saving, condemning, keeping.
I saw shadow entities in my dream. Holding onto the corners of our future
The ease of which you speak so simply, factually, about that which would render thy impotent and under seige. As though the rudder simply turns the ship about face, starboard. To port. To face the broken seawall, for whatever hulking wrecks lie at the bottom of you, we shall never know.
For the glassy mirror that is your surface, let’s not a single skip slip. Waves.
Timing, universal timing, good timing, planning, no planning, timing inherents potential for hope.
Timing falls short on the notice of the tides.
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