A Fluid Surety

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A Fluid Surety


The unabating ebb and flow has shown

itself as crippling, strong enough to down

the tallest sureties and slowly settle them

in silt. It's evident there is a certain 

sense in which we understand that what

is fluid overwhelms the set and thick, 

and yet today Alaskan trolling boats 

will max capacity with tourists snapping pics

of what is left, with tourists droning on 

about their trip to Arizona in the spring,

where open-mouthed they feasted on

recordings of a trickling voice eroding

what they thought they knew of how

the canyons formed. Incredible, they'll tell

their friends, proud to share their new-

found certainty

                         which now will never fall.


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