The Surface

September 25, 2016

Some people die in sorrow,
some, despite the sleeping shadows,
die like a metaphor.
They compare the earth
to some final value, and
they want to weave the forest
into something good:
some  good new man and woman,
some good new breeze,
some good new  plant
that lives like an onion
at  the bottom of the sea
and watches in wonder
at its huge bulbous skin
as it swims slowly towards
the surface.

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One Response to “The Surface”

  1. John Looker Says:

    As readers, we seem to be on the surface here, staring into the depths of timeless imagination. Jung and the collective unconscious come to mind, Jim.


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