We drip from the
precipice of existence,
evaporating so briskly
in the in between,
raging and dying out with
hands over our eyes,
ears and mouths
between the moments that were,
and the ones that are ahead
of us,

We dash into the
future as if it were
waiting patiently for our return, sleeping and waking
in the wake of our haphazard choices,
watching as we scurry into
its clutches built from false promises


This is a collaborative piece by me and my good friend, Christopher Rupley. We struggled with the title, but I think the one we chose fits perfectly. Hope you check out Christopher’s amazing work on his blog.



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