AND THE FORCEFUL
Here it is, once again, Niagara Falls, and I am
swimming in rainbow blood, drifting. The barrel
is pretty tight and secure, yes, but it's no longer 1910.
Nor is it 1901; nothing really should matter : I am
encased now in plastic that will not break, with a body
mold to clutch me perfectly, and, sealed into this
compartment, there's no movement nor any jarring
motion to injure me. And it will all hold up -
all I need to is remain in place to survive.
The modern age is my deliverance.