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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