by Sine Qua Non
This is our unholy hour.
Our propositions entail risks we’re not sure we’re willing to take and sacrifices we’d rather not make. We evade the yes and avoid the no. We piece together clues based on implicit assumption, and when we are confronted with the truth we say it isn’t so.
How can we possibly confuse self-preservation with no nonsense conceit?
We’ve expected too much, failed too well.
The hole is dug deep. You push me in, I hold on to your hand. We wait for something to break our fall.
The rain fell hard, it came too soon.