rings of a puddle, like wrinkles of my brain. a pebble tossed into a clear reflection, sending vibrations entropic. the pebble strikes the calm and the puddle is never the same. drops of its existence splashed out into other puddles, or left to evaporate in the coming sun, to be rain once again. a puddle's time, measured in drops and floods. a puddle composed of a depression of earth, and the pebbles tossed its way.
oh, how I think of you. how I wonder where your reflection is puddled now....
