apathy.
Today, the lake has frozen over, And the raucous, murky serpent swirls Beneath the still water. A state of sedation. Every movement, a slice into the unknown. The lurching device desperately pumps, But the great many sheets of ice lay unresponsive, Like an unimpressed lover, Or a website with no internet. Oh, to restore the connection, To redraw the lines between the self and the other, To grace the nurturing coast once again. Photo by riciardus from Pexels