I reached in my pocket to pull out all of
the pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters I had.
A crumpled piece of paper also pulled out.
It was my work schedule for next week.
I counted the change:
two dimes, five nickels, three pennies, and two quarters.
Nintey-eight cents.
Pleased, I stepped to cross the street
and managed to drop all of the change
into the wet road and down a drain.
There I realised, in my defeat,
that all life was beginning to unfold from its seams:
The mountains and trees collasped inward, like a box,
and the ground slowly divided itself into two-parts,
stretching wider apart.
And a canopy of never-ending blackness remained
where the sky had once been,
now split down the center.
Life was so exposed, so naked and isolated:
I had to touch,
and feel it seep through my fingers
as I squeezed it.
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