Pebbles
He who ponders how deep a memory
can be dropped like a pebble
into that ever increasing inner-space of self
where landings cannot be seen or heard
must live rooted
by the rounding edge of a fathomless well
wondering always
why the weight of just one pebble
drags him downward through every moment.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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