There is a suffering
fiction
edward w pritchard
We carry a suffering too light to be dissolved by time.
It floats and crusts lightly on the Lake of our consciousness, refusing to degenerate.
When the sun shines on our Lake it can't reach our depths for we harden ourselves,
until the diving water birds of fortune crash through our surface defenses,
and in our exigency we become aware.
end
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