They wait silently
to trap the deep dreams of trees,
floods soon sweep them back.
writer, book reviewer, daydreamer
They wait silently
to trap the deep dreams of trees,
floods soon sweep them back.
Fill up the glass tanks, wear them on ours heads like giant fish bowls. If we spill any, we lose our worth and have to crawl on the floor with those dressed in rags, furiously mopping up after others and trying to fill our bowls once more.
The rags disintegrate, we are naked and no no-one cares. We are filthy and no one cares. We are hungry and no one cares. We have brains and no one cares. We have no glass tanks and everyone stares.
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