said the table
oh no
the world is round
and so bouncy
said the ball
the world is windy and open
said the hawk from high in the sky
laughing
the fish
smiled at the silliness...
the world is weightless
glistens and glides
the sun looked down
and saw it all
the world is very very hot
it glowed
the icebergs
cracked and cackled
and broke into millions of pieces
melting and floating
and disappearing into the ocean
the world is flowing
they said
all things
flowing
into each other
i hold the fish
the hawk lifts it up
rising high
into the sunlight
that melts me...
the table,
the wooden boat
but risen from the ground
as a tree
then cut
and formed by hands
of a man
that also
dribbles and catches and throws around
bouncing balls
that roll
and soar
and fall
and float
and everywhere
it's all true
and though it all looks
sounds
and seems to taste
very different
Life
is
but
One
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