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Moss underfoot springs back, covering tracks
So I'll follow discarded philosophies
littering your wake; no reason could ever
contain your butterfly steps
Hanging branches will echo your passing
rustling with wild pleasure still,
your fingers involuntarily tracing trembling tips
saw-edged leaves and you wonder past
squirreling semi-precious gems in the boles
of trees you never knew I'd climb
seeking perspective, a lay of your land
Puzzling through pathways etched in your skin
Red then white, sharp brambles rough bark
abstract map of the places I will follow you
criss crossed cuneiform tattoo
So I'll plunge through the wild chasing your smile
Canines glinting fierce and free
Age of WondersChristopher was uncertain what to do, but the urgency to act before time ran out drove him to act instively.
He reached out and grabbed the little crying girl's hand. Her father was just below them, holding her other hand. He looked down the steeply sloping cliff with quiet desperation.
The city was falling, they were suspended over a chasm into the burning heart of its machinery, now spinning wildly out of control.
The crumbling concrete the father was holding onto cracked a little more as the city rumbled again. Christopher gripped the iron bar tighter with his free hand.
The rumbling grew louder, and they start the surface they were clinging to start to shift. Quiet tears were running down the father's face as he let go of the girl's hand. He looked at Christoper, and needed no words.
And then, he let himself fall.
Another take on the beauty of decayThe kid's exhausted. Drained, really. Nothing left of a fight in him; just sitting around waiting for the reaper.
But he's not about to be so lucky and he knows it. Besides, lying there in the jungle all would happen is the cutter ants would get to him, and then he'd really be sorry.
So he picks himself up and looks up the slippery bank he just fell off. Scoops up a bag full of freshly picked teeth, and scrutinizes the river. He shrugs a small, defeated gesture and plods on over to wash off the worst of the muck caked to him from sliding belly first into this mess. Kid sharpens up at the water's edge despite himself, looks around carefully for signs of anything in those murky waters he's not quite ready to tangle with just yet.
Even at the river's edge, barely enough sun making it through the thick canopy to see, nevermind make out a reflection against the water. If he could see himself he'd feel even worse. Tall as he is, in his emaciated state he looks cadaverous. The p
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