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I fall up
You fall in
No plummet
No nosedive
becomes an epic.
We did: water rising to meet sky,
propelling us through the blues,
each wave reaching a different stretch of sand,
some ill-timed rides tumbling us into the wave, pounded into
the silty bottom, salt stinging airways invaded by turbulence,
Buoyancy surfacing, finding the place where the tide pulls
just right, rising again, taking flight.
Gods for a moment.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (1)
Nothing compares to surfing the right wave, great work, check out my poem an ocean tear