Thursday, July 20, 2023

Water and dry land, draft no. 2 (used to be part of Circular, above)

There’s a droplet on my ceiling

Don’t know if it’s been there long

Saw it drip, but it’s still hanging,

Very odd

I want to say it’s wet, but perhaps it is a mere mirage

Anywhere where I know you, Lord, I am wet and I am sand

I think I know why you formed water and dry land