#newshit #ripples #icarusfalling Maybe we’re made of ripples pushing outwards from the heart. Fish swim inside us, tails flicking our spine. Maybe our ripples come from serpents of the deep. All the giant things we pretend aren’t real until we dream and our waters grow still. Maybe. Maybe our ripples are just vibrations on glass. And we are made to shatter. Maybe our ripples are where suns set within us. Where the moon pulls us over each other. Where we are cast overboard. Where we are all pulling at anchors. Maybe we are all drowning. Maybe. Maybe our ripples are the slow clap of turtle fins or the sharks stalking tourist that litter. Maybe we’re made of ripples. Maybe we collect leaves in our lungs. Maybe we choke on bottle tops. Maybe our tongues are all oil slicks and our saliva runs rainbow with petrol Maybe. Maybe we’re a drop in the ocean. Maybe. If so, may you reflect the sky and may your waters run deep. May small hands float origami boats along you. May your ripples be enough to crash against the shore together.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Jun 2014 00:49:23 +0000
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