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 . . .
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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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Philyra: What I like about this is the guy realizes he's small. Elijah: 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.