The slight sensation you feel will pass
Breathe, it will dissipate
You are taking a plane tonight, yes?
You have a flight planned?
It is good
It is good to have plans
I, myself, do not anticipate leaving
Anytime soon
The water is cresting
Ebbing, coming in
We find words to deal with ways
To deal with denial
The water is coming
It doesn't speak our language, this water
In many ways, I find it similar to you
The Inevitable Visitor
Imposing, foreign
Holding more than a few secrets
That mist that comes off the water?
People who are not from here
Tell us it is a new kind of mist
One they have never seen before
Do you agree?
Do you see much mist where you are?
Or perhaps none at all?
Perhaps where you are from
Things don't rise off the water
I believe when it finally happens
When the water overtakes us
It will be very easy
To be a bad person
In this city
Everything will be
Disposable
Who can tell the difference
Between a murdered body
And a body that drowned
Of natural causes?
Not quick enough
When the water came running
Sharper than a knife
This cold, black mist
I find it bites at me
It bites
And pulls back
Quick
Very quick
Well, I suppose your plane must be leaving soon
And all the better for you
It won't be long now
Until all of this
Is submerged
Perhaps you'd better get on with it then
What it is
You came to do
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