[ and call it real ]
here lies the water, slippery-solid underneath sprinting heels: it feels like i'm lying on the ocean. held up, and rocking, by some invisible canoe. my quickly numbing hands, poised indiscriminately behind tired hair, are the only thing that feel wet. but it's only the numbness talking. i think about the dipper... and what he means. he's also the mouse, the one who points the way, muad'ib, says senyor herbert. and suddenly, before i can drift off into thoughts of piglets and poohs, honey, i'm thinking "all you need is water and love, water and love." 5 |
