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Thursday, August 23, 2012


Sometimes I think that we are stones
dropped into the [pond]river-ocean
of this world, left to erode in
the current as our ripples spread and
Sometimes I can sit and feel
the water, whatever it happens to be.
We are always drowning,
but rocks do not need to breathe.

(I am absurdly happy with this poem.)

1 comment:

alia said...

love love this. wonderful thought. this just made me feel a little better :)