Surrounded by blue immensities
& krashing in flurries ah foam
it's eazy ta forget we're tiny parts
ah the deep
ta many a beach . . .
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?
Hear the author read this poem.
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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.