I wrote a poem

[aperson]

and I'm posting it here because I want to laugh really hard at inept comments


Frame

We are more than satellites reflected in the ocean,
Pulsing songs for souls
Who pine to occupy an infinitesimal slice of the heavens
We are more than metaphor waning in the wind,
More than faded maps
For minds shipwrecked by the airy space between our bodies

The tides of time will push and pull us
Farther
And nearer than our selves can comprehend
Until our galleons bend and splinter - Until our heads fall underwater

And as our eyes acclimatize to the salty sting of motion
The sticks and planks beneath our toes grow so very thin;
Though the yearning words we speak are stolen by clear bubbles
The border between you and me is only one within