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id: "codex://object/the-edge-pull-and-seat"
archive_id: "the-edge-pull-and-seat"
slug: "the-edge-pull-and-seat"
url: "https://ndcodex.com/objects/the-edge-pull-and-seat/"
type: "scroll"
title: "the edge, pull, and seat"
summary: "What’s left of my tooth has a date with destiny."
date_published: "2026-03-30T12:05:25.304Z"
date_modified: "2026-03-30T12:05:25.304Z"
status: "published"
visibility: "public"
language: "en-US"
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  depth: "recursive"
  focus: "moment"
  function: "comparative"
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author:
  id: "nathan-davis"
  name: "Nathan Davis"
  designation: "Archive Operator"
  role: "Archive Operator"
  handle: "@nathandavis"
  avatar: "/media/people/nathan-davis.jpg"
  bio: "Designer, builder, and curator of the Codex Archive."
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---
What’s left of my tooth
has a date with destiny.

The steel that couldn’t be sunk—
hull torn open—
rests at the bottom.

Sunken.

The shield of bone,
toasted.

Malnutrition.
Meth.
Smoke.

✦

I sip morning coffee
on the edge of this drama—

a necessary conflict.

Stomach in knots,

like facing God
after telling Him
to take a hike.

I had an hour
and thirty-eight minutes—

a narrow corridor
between knowing
and being known.

✦

Time to rise
and prepare the body.

The poor,
but noble occupation:

hunched over flesh,
working in spaces
poorly kept.

You try to shut it out—

most days.

But chronic pain
stands up tall.

Doesn’t falter.

A persistent store,
open at all hours.

✦

My son missed school.

My daughter
makes sure I know.

I stare.
Then smirk.

What can you do.

✦

Still searching
for a dentist—

one that’s new.

The judgment seat.

Reckon with
unchecked demons.

Leave
with an emptiness
to prove it.

✦

Look to the wind.

Don’t flinch.

This is just
another brush
with death.