Ice and its breath

January 11, 2017

Yesterday I looked into my teacup

And saw the ocean

I drank the ocean

I was the ocean

Before I was a massive blue expanse stretching into a sapphire line where the sky meets me

I was a boy

I was a small drop of water on the mountain peak

Finding my way home

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