A BEAM IN THE ABYSS

 

 

 

Our interlaced head collaborated on all stages of the reservoir’s demise. We saw not what was sinking but what dissolved from being looked upon. The mannequin we proposed to evaporate our steps stopped short of its limbic training. It asked to be called a beam in the abyss. We simplified its spine. We cut into its centrifugal scarves. It cried.