Catatonia

Will eternity be made entirely 
of water or of sand? 

When I was barely hanging on 
burrowing into the center of the earth 

to find the ouroboros had already 
been there and devoured 

my tail I could have sworn 
the rain outside harbingered 

a flood of the end times 
when all the while the world 

was renewing itself and I 
had only a few more ordeals 

to endure before I came out 
the other side until then 

I stared into the frosted cubes 
of glass and cycled through 

my memories to safety.
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By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher