Everything’s so fluid
You need to be a Jesus to float
Week in week
Hold on to ropes and
Back into the dust
And get carried away by the tide.
Posted by Shelly Still on September 1, 2012 in experimental, flash fiction, poetry
Tags: dust, float, fluid, jesus, survival, tide
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