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| m.cassapidis,2015 |
The bright stones
The bright
stones ride through the air, bright
white, the light-
bringers.
They want to
not sink, not fall,
not collide. They rise
up,
like slender
dog roses they break open,
they float
toward you, my gentle one,
you, my true one—
Celan
Sunlight is made of tiny particles that flow like a fluid. They bring light, they float, and they do land, but then
ReplyDeletethey bounce back up into the air, to continue the journey. Tiny infinitesimal stones.