R.M. Dolin, January 23, 2024
Steady glides the descent into the deep. Tossing and tumbling in free fall, bouncing off rocky ledges of false anchors before being torn away by strengthening currents of viscous indifference leaving fewer and fewer reasons for hope. Deafening darkness encroaches with eerie echoes from the bottomless void, mocking at how far my fall is from finished. Chaos consumes every breath, every turn, leaving attempts to slow down and narrow tarnished in poorly painted ridicule. Each time the path levels, providing just enough space for peace, some random something causes footings to give way reigniting gravity tied to the darkness of deepening despair, evaporating all pretense and expectation salvation is obtainable .
As Kyle’s life cascades out of control, darkness overtakes him. Written while flying 1st class to Key West, which is oddly ironic. But then again, I was still dealing with the aftereffects of the fentanyl and Oxy they gave me in the emergency room after being hit by a car on my bicycle.
