Entry 728

sticks&stones lift like bones, 
carried from earthen tombs 
by the force of a flood with 
apocalyptic proportions.

waterwheels quit their milling 
and spin like propellers 
as every structure forgets its foundation.

this storm was to be 
the last in recorded history. 
all things must come to an end 
and now the stream of consciousness is dammed, 
destined to disperse no more

of the soul’s lifeblood: 
inspiration.

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