a reflection in a passing current,
today's hobo, yesterdays ashes, tomorrows time.
the path was a trap, it was the illuminated face that dictated the choice.
the choice was a vixen and the reward was light.
the bridge was the path less traveled by,
one, two, three steps.
hanging, splashing in troubled waters.
how clean a body must be to enter your house.
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