stepping from one hour to the next
stepping from one minute to the next
the stones are small and unsteady and too far apart
and the water rushes by wildly shaking its hair and laughing maniacally
anxious and hungry for my bones and flesh and soul
sometimes I just want to stand still
but that's not a choice, the stones I'm standing on are already giving way
sinking into the turbulent water
there is no path behind me
so two choices:
fall into the water
or take the next step
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