Zinc / words / 1995 / Trench

October 28, 1995

what small pellets.
THE FORCE IN ITS POSSESION.
each unique, yet fiercely potent.
THE STREAM, OH, MY DEAR, DEAR STREAM!!!!!
the naive, small stream.
LOOK, BE AWARE!!!!
your substance can crush you.
BREAK YOU DOWN!
underground.
DO YOU HEAR THE WARNING?
no, the innocence is taken for granted.
DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU ARE BLIND TO?
hear THIS then, your doom is roaring to you.
YOUR DEATH!!
the killing sound.
THE STREAM IS forever MORE A TRENCH WITHIN THE GROUND
i once crossed, with love.
NO LONGER THE SAME, IT IS.
never again will i cross.
nor will my heart.
my trench.