THE FLOOD

the weight of my presence
creaks
 
speaking in images
of contrasting
philosophies.
 
you didn’t know
there was a turn
coming.
 
the climbing never ends
but the view does.
 
I felt its heat
meet with me
before my eyes did.
 
I was looking at the floor
and its linearity.
 
I looked up at the wall
and its incompatibility.
 
just a few more inches
until the flood.
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