River Runs Beneath Me
Rush of Seine, Rhine, or
[insert famous river of choice here] echoes
under my feet. It shadows me,
whispering possibilities' alleviation.
I test rails for support, find none,
drop like the rock my heart has become.
To Spin Or Not To Spin Static transporter taunts me infinitely across a room of mirrors, reminders of necessity. Cold motivators of perpetu...