The cat crawled
into the sea
watching the waves
carry its life
it still had 8 more to go.
Watching the cat
the man crawled into the sea
and watched the waves
carry his life
He still had infinity to go.
For some bizarre reason, this seems to resemble Khalil Gibran. I don’t want to write like that masterful writer. Sigh. I only want to write like the petty peddler of words that I am, without trying to ape artists like Gibran. So hush! Away these thoughts that make me type such lines as the above on screen! Away!!
Or is there something called original left anyway in this world? Hmm.
