"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Tuesday, August 3, 2021

aboard the ship of Theseus

scribble, waves,
"did it exist?"

a page, a chapter,
flip.

a gentle breeze,
crisp wind chimes and vibrant, falling petals.

a track, a trail,
a door.

footsteps, whisperings,
"are you coming in?"

not all who wander are lost.