and then suddenly

a found poem

we are wet
the woods thicken
it's getting darker

little muddy paths
lead off to the left
into the woods
until you can't see
them anymore

where to?
we climb.

this is never going to end.

and then suddenly
like a bolt of lightening
nothing happens

but then truly
absolutely nothing

everything

goes on doing
what
it's always done



Found in Tim Krabbe's The Rider