Traveling the river

as it turns and tumbles.

Another day,

the same gray sky.

Flow uphill, go a little slower.

Something smells good

around the bend.

Exit the boat.

Déjà Vu.

Thought holocaust.

The venus fly trap

is so attractive to the hungry.

Come a little closer,

aware of its dangers.

It has been too long.

The smell is familiar.

Contemplation.

The river continues flowing,

but I stand naked on the shore.

The ground massages my feet,

For I have not felt

this rough rush

for ages.

I am tired, yet

the sharp wind

keeps me awake.

Baby steps

will only delay the outcome

but

fear decides the pace.

I can see where I want to go

and I have never seen it before,

at least at this space-time.

Darkness’ mystery

is my only motivation.

But darkness will not

share the prize unless

I give her everything.

The boat is gone,

there is no turning back.

Leap of faith.

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