In The Sticks
Category Archives: Muddled Musings
Two Things Can Be True
Untethered
Up is a rumor,
down is a whisper,
nothing holds, nothing clings—
even gravity has given up the ghost.
A thought flickers,
then slides sideways,
melting into the hush.
Everything was something,
once.
Now—
only the echo of an echo
of an echo
folding in on itself,
until even forgetting can’t quite recall.
