Depths
It’s not rain. It’s
pathetic fallacy.
And it drip, drip,
drips through the canopy.
Disembodied soul travels through the heavy, dark air.
No heart to beat, beat on lost, broken rafters.
This place is a wreck.
Things are moving, unseen but heard.
Inexplicable.
Maybe there is life, after all.
Something chirps in the trees. Who knows where.
Maybe it’s colourful.
Strain to see a reflection in a broken window
lying on the ground.
Continue. Travel on. Twist and dive
through the trees. Deeper. Darker.
On and on. And reach the unfathomable Depths.
Unrescuable.
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