the sun kept melting,
omniscient, against the end of the world
until the edge soaked it up
and began the process of digesting it.
a young woman with a dog stops
and writes down directions on a napkin
for us. the car falls off a bridge;
the water soaks it up
and begins the process of dissolving us.
the sun gets spit out on the other side
every time.
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