crossed at the mississippi

(Jan 2021 Billy and I camped by the Mississippi on our way across the country and spent a rest day there. We very much thought we were going to be murdered that night.)

the self dies crossing the ledge of the known
reborn bigger on the other side of the mississippi
a fire sustained and growing as we add different materials to survive an essence
little sticks feeding fire feeding sticks fire fire feeding big sticks feeding big fire
the stars get clearer
i would like to say the word astonish more in all forms
my body is weak but i have a ways to go
i went to bed last night by the river edge and truly thought i would be murdered in the night
it makes sense that i would fear death at the edge of the east
before i cross
the river