Chaos, a linear, ranked rain where the interval among the drops
Is such that one has the time to fall completely, to spread out
In that rain’s annihilation as it’s forgotten among the mixture of the
Universe. This is chaos forgetting Life.
These are falling souls splashing undone.
S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. They have publications in or coming from Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, New South, Rejection Letters, Quail Bell, Dodging the Rain, La Piccioletta Barca, Cathexis Northwest Press, a few others.
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