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What scene is this?

Through the pebbles I stumbled. 

Not rocks or boulders.

Falling down the rabbit hole the size of a worm's tunnel.

Chased by wolves, I run amidst the forest. 

The trees are not bushes and the sounds are carried in the breeze.

I guess. I think. I move through the scene with an assuming plot. 


This is friend I see approaching. 

Are you foe?

To dance in the rain while puddles splash my shins. 

Not crushing the creatures below. 

Smiling in the pain, 

not projecting internal motivation. 

This plot is assuming. I think. I’m guessing.

Reveal the whites of my eyes. All that was is what was not.


8/12/2024

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