Into the void

Greg Judkins
Nov 21, 2021
1 min read

Updated: Nov 10, 2022

With both parents lost,

remembered, buried, nothing

stands between being here

and the edge of not being;

the incline to the unfenced cliff,

the pull of the current

to the cataract.

There were warning signs

of course, but in this time-kept world

there is no pause, no rewind,

and where we once saw

the parent interposed

now there is a clear-felled

view into the void.

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