Narration

What I thought never 

would happen happened. 

Unbearable and apparently 

unavoidable but not seen

ahead. I have gone over and 

over it in my head, lying in bed 

considering. But once a line 

was crossed, nothing could be said. 

I could tell myself various lies, invent 

a thread of prescience not found

within. I left with my whole self 

telling my partial self too little 

remained. I have tried to shape 

small pieces into a story 

of low probability leaving theory 

and resorting to practice yet

    unpracticed.