Thursday, September 10, 2015

7144. AND THE FORCEFUL

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.

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