What more is there to break?,
Once whole I lie now broken to dust dust
On shore awaiting the high tide
To wash away my remains
And spread me upon its surface
To be inhaled, when the whales gasp for air,
To be devoured, by the fish
On their search for moss and plankton
And inside them I shall live; multiplied,
As I am in your memories.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 2:55 AM UTC
What more is there to break?,
Once whole I lie now broken to dust dust
On shore awaiting the high tide
To wash away my remains
And spread me upon its surface
To be inhaled, when the whales gasp for air,
To be devoured, by the fish
On their search for moss and plankton
And inside them I shall live; multiplied,
As I am in your memories.
