The world is water,
time is wind.
Time moves the world,
its movement waves.
We, foam at the edges
ephemeral epiphenomena.
Cresting on waves,
bubbles thinking
we are the sea.
The horse runs and we,
lather on its neck,
its sweat.
Living extract of this moving being,
are we just scum of the world?
An unremarkable byproduct of movement?
The essence of the world pushed to its edge,
foaming at the mouth
it spits
life,
us.
time is wind.
Time moves the world,
its movement waves.
We, foam at the edges
ephemeral epiphenomena.
Cresting on waves,
bubbles thinking
we are the sea.
The horse runs and we,
lather on its neck,
its sweat.
Living extract of this moving being,
are we just scum of the world?
An unremarkable byproduct of movement?
The essence of the world pushed to its edge,
foaming at the mouth
it spits
life,
us.