the road forks

with every choice, the most important thing is to choose

the waves flick at the shore, wet and lukewarm
like the tongue of an adder tasting the sand
snaking back to the sky, empty and blue
i sleep on the sand, untroubled and content

the animal has changed; in the deep i see shadows
shrouded and murky and full of unknown
they draw closer; i will have to face them soon
i lie awake on the sand, troubled and undecided

i am stretched; torn apart at the seams
i am lying in a rack, my tormentors stare down
deconstructed and broken, all over again
by everything and nothing