Determined by the obstacles it faces, it finds itself confronted with a juxtaposition the size of it all, yet can't understand how little it means. Blinded by its sheer white brilliance, it confounds its own senses by proxy, and yet still the hammer does not fall. I told it to be careful...
The teardrops that fell from his eyes contained everything, and garbled mumblings found their way across the face of it; but never did I expect to find this here. It poked from the sand like driftwood, and I hauled out a spacecraft and a submarine; I suppose another trip won't hurt... if you look closely you can see the moons of Jupiter, when the wind is right.
Did you hear that? I thought I saw a flicker, a blip, a faultline... Don't be scared. We find ourselves and lose ourselves and find it is all one waveform we ride to infinity, and I felt myself falling through the clouds again. Did you hear that? A flame sparks in front of me, green and blue and gold and warm, and these icicles surround and encroach on me. I see that now. Cold like the touch of steel against skin, and warmed only by my own heart.
Never did I expect to find this here. It poked from the sand like driftwood, and I hauled out a spacecraft and a submarine; I suppose another trip won't hurt. If you look closely you can see the moons of Jupiter, when the wind is right...
By Ben Jones
