WE HAVE 'BRINED'
Something like a salt-dome that collapses
upon us, this world wears heavy upon our
shoulders - after we take from it what we
can and it takes, as well, from us. Nothing
steady; just more a wavering light, like that
from a candle - illuminating a world we call
and we say. Then, the entire world disappears
as we brine open the sinkhole and it swallows
us up. Oh too bad is the loss; and the lost. We
have 'brined' ourselves to death, though
production is still all the rage.
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