The Blue Pond - linocut by Hugo Henneberg

Wild eyed I wade through reflections, as I unhook from the moon. Branches become nets, become veins, that drape from entangling limbs. Harmless mistakes, underscored a hundredfold, creating cracks in the Earth. My feet still find the pond floor. The water as dangerous as my thoughts - yet I attempt to outrun consciousness' shivering path to darkness. I don't rest on the bank. I hunger for the uncluttered sky, believe I've gone too far in the wrong direction, lost all chance of an effortless existence. The universe matches me step for step, yet, fathomlessly, I repeat this dash again and again. The broken surface spells out SOS, my presence disrupts everything.