Mudlark No. 50 (2013)

Vanishing Point

I have finally reached the inevitable 
clearing in the woods, that place
where looking down the path behind me
and looking up the path that lies ahead 
is the same as looking into my grave.

From nowhere in particular
and everywhere around me, dispossessed 
voices whisper stories of my life 
I was too young to remember 
and stories I have not yet lived to forget.

Kip Knott | Tools
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