Each step into murky water
I am less
Each chime of the bells
I am closer
Eternity’s clarion call…beckons
Landmarks topple
I warm my hands to burning mileposts
Anthropomorphic crow’s feet emerge from ashen sagebrush
The road narrows…fantasies flicker
And I sit in the corner
Paintbrush in hand
Searching for the black paint
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