The Crossing

Moving between one world and the next. Melting and reforming. The old order dissolves as the new paradigm emerges. Flying ash, swirling liquids, solidifying masses. Gold coins for Charon, fallen out of open mouths, floating downstream. Contorted cries from the shore for the souls pulled under by the churning rapids. Who will get to the other side? What was is no longer, what will be is not yet.

October 2020.