Pulled forward,
the magnetic future
has no other purpose.
The desperation
of your dark half
is also
like a singing siren.
But then again
you are a reined horse,
both encumbered and driven
by what is behind you,
and compulsion whips you on
through the moments of clarity.
This is why you are simply a drift
wood approaching the rapids.
The sirens called you in,
the current gathers behind you like time,
holds you,
steers you forward,
the gravity pulling it all
like a cloth off the table
and there is no greater place
than the empty black fall.
but alive, culminating,
a legion spilling through the bottleneck gates
of Carthage.

– Los Angeles, CA


Taken in Los Angeles, CA

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