Sediments Literary-Arts Journal Issue 1 | Page 19

Enter here, unaware, left, right, north, south or rogue direction. Stumble, blood rising as you’re caught in clever. Look well and close as eye-tricks whittle your wits. This way, that, no rescue. You are only diminished. What might be lurking in the twist and turn, danger or idea. A wind that lies or a winged creature that knows nothing of forgiveness.