It laid in the dust
Of the world, we did not touch
Close to things we did not know of
it swirled and appeared.
Disappeared and reappeared.
Playing games, games and playing coy
Hiding from whatever things
Came to search
In the water, they could not breathe.
The environment.
Was not hostile and
The absence of air
Was only terrifying if you needed it,
The thing that hid did not.
But sand is sand.
And you play in the sand.
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Part the World
Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
