Letras
I told a fish:
What you see as a palace is running water
The fish said:
No. What you see as those mountains is flowing matter
I said OK
After our talk
I saw the wall of rock
as a wave in the middle of breaking
A rock slide echoes across the gorge
my small perspective fading
Who am I but a blink of the eye?
a stance that a river would take
if it even wanted to pause
Recorded music is a statue of a waterfall
The flashing glint on the marble where the eye once was
on a taxidermied marlin's frozen leap
With our without me there to see
rain begins to fall
back into the creek
I told a fish:
I like how you move through the water as one flowing muscle
The fish said:
I dig your style too man