gravel

he sits
on edge
the screaming
of the birds
white noise
static
coursing through
his collapse
falling in
upon himself
gaining mass
losing
definition
worn down
smoothed out
by the river
forever winding
over his
gravel soul
an aquarium
filled
with upsidedown
fish bellies
bobbing at the
surface tension
barely keeping
him constrained
in shape

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