Salty Sea

 

A dozen billion lumps of sea serenade in and out of each other’s path. How we should yearn to join them now, paddle and slice them into divisions. In one moment, to make chaos in their dimension.

The depths are crisp, and the creatures traveling within, inhospitable. How they howl at each other, now above.

Some human mimicry in their dry crowd. The powerless make a mockery. But the curves continue to punch and push past each other, despite whatever living mockery there will always be.

 

How now I wish the sea and I

could make one with each other.

 

Crush us, it would be of no consequence now.

 

 

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