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Silica
It was an airless beach day
in an airbrushed silicon landscape of
“isn’t it so awesome we live here”
I was a fleck of dirt on pure white sand
the non-conformist in me
un-bleachable
Why swim between the flags
when the rocks are beckoning
and the riptide whispers my name
When I drown
in the ocean of the new moon
none of the tourists will remember me
© Indie Adams 2014
in an airbrushed silicon landscape of
“isn’t it so awesome we live here”
I was a fleck of dirt on pure white sand
the non-conformist in me
un-bleachable
Why swim between the flags
when the rocks are beckoning
and the riptide whispers my name
When I drown
in the ocean of the new moon
none of the tourists will remember me
© Indie Adams 2014
Published 19th Apr 2014
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contrasting images side by side, reveals that radical in booming proportions. the short vehicle helps sharp grasp of immensity unleashed. s4 reads in more than one or two ways, has a philosophical twist as I feel. engaging read, thanks for the share.
19th Apr 2014 11:53pm
Wonderful ink ... Reminds me of a short story "Through the Tunnel" about a young boy who dared to swim alone ...
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20th Apr 2014 5:23am
In the Wikipedia article on Cat Stevens, He recalls how once he had gotten too far out to sea and felt he was going to drown when he cried out that if god would save him he would devote his life to his service wherupon which a great wave appeared and carried him to shoer
