THE RAFT
I am adrift. I am afloat on a sea of disapproval.
Disgruntled adults joined at the hips, children
too baffled to think. Past me, on the water's
flat surface, float layers of oily junk. The only
tools present are the new bludgeons of
both ignorance and delight. For
them, I am making a new
language indeed.
I am adrift. I am afloat on a sea of disapproval.
Disgruntled adults joined at the hips, children
too baffled to think. Past me, on the water's
flat surface, float layers of oily junk. The only
tools present are the new bludgeons of
both ignorance and delight. For
them, I am making a new
language indeed.
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