A message in a bottle--
writing crawls across the paper like pulsating veins;
a secret bottled up like a spirit that alters the mind,
corked with a dream, a hope, a desperation.
a facade of strength decoded in whimsy,
made with the crumbling shards of rock
that were no match for the ocean.
a world inside of a world, like goldfish in a jar.
We poke and prod and pretend we are gods
while they swim for their lives, floating in oblivion.
A garden of souls tumbles on the waves,
collecting in the graveyard of rocks,
where seaweed drags across the art of gods.
like a god that patiently watches,
silently needing help, and hoping
not to get trampled by humanity.
scrape across the sky;
a thinning patience, and
those who see without doing.
invisible, but determined to be heard;
a calming nuisance that
sticks its nose in everything.
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