I m m e n s i t y

dedicated to the Bacillariophyceae family

I Surrounded by blue immensities & krashing in flurries ah foam it's eazy ta forget we're tiny parts ah the deep bringing froth ta many a beach . . . ah! sunlight glistening – kool, wet stone! II When billows break on hard boulders then shimmer like jewels in sunlight what should we do? Lament our immanent evaporation or rejoice that – fer a moment – we reflect the sky's light?

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Hear the author read this poem.
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Philyra:		What I like about this poem is that the author realizes he's small.
Ellesha:		The whole notion of size is relative.
Andrei:		Hmm. This poem is insufficiently concrete. It isn't clear whether we're talking about a single human or abstract energy vortices.
Ellesha:		Is there a difference?
Jules:		Don't allow metaphysics to warp your common sense. Too much philosophy makes us foolish.