The water was seeping in through the cracks, through the fissures--
Staking its claim
marking its territory
with only the intent to make everything worse
the drop was a puddle was a stream was a river was a flood
and everything was torrential
even the way it was received
never considering the alternative
therein lied the problem
the erosion of the capillaries
the cognizance of a mistake only after submersion
immersion
minutes were passing with seconds full of moments that were all wrong
back in the stream--
in that of Faulkner
in the last of Addie Bundren's baths
It was all just consciousness--
Is this about one of Faulkner's characters? I was following everything until you mentioned his name and Addie Bundren.
ReplyDeleteAs I lay dying I might get wet but if I continue to float I might weather the storm.
ReplyDelete