I have a flat line in mind,
Not a mound, not even if it is of Venus,
But, a line as flat as I imagine Kansas to be.
In the past I have used this line as a guide.
I thought it was something, something to follow.
Now I read it on my screen.
I am through with life, dead straight lined,
I, at last, have missed my beat.
I am leaving.
I have gone around the bend, as they say.
Abstract me from my desert dunes,
For I am of fluid,
I am juices and therefore will never burn.
I am become flat as the cold slab
On which I have been laid out.
I was once drenched, as if immortal,
As if quantum.
Words & Picture ©2019 Christopher Thompson All rights reserved.