The Chain
The chain runs so deep
well below the choppy surface
the links so impossibly strong, made of so many realities.
Lower and lower into the black abyss
threatening stability,
I’d follow if I could.
Would it be too much to ask?
It would.
Another link, lower it down. I watch it for a moment.
Soon out of sight; into the black.
Afraid of what’s there; more afraid of what’s not.
It could go on forever.
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