Snippets of Gas Giants on Their Sleeves

At first, it was not silence. Silence compared to what?

It was a string of stones. Older than the sun.

The antics of moving water. H₂O is susceptible to gravity. Aren’t we all?

At first, the eyes of god were darkness. Darkness compared to what?

Walk with me. The insects have snippets of gas giants on their sleeves.

A feral afternoon lost in the hills. Or across from you in the city lot. Looking back at you.

A feeling bereft of soles. And feet like antlers of light. As the angels neigh.

6 thoughts on “Snippets of Gas Giants on Their Sleeves”

Andy says:

Dude. I could read this for a week straight and not get bored.

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July 2, 2020 at 11:51 am Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  Thanks Andy!
  
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  July 2, 2020 at 3:11 pm Reply
theusedlife says:

Just wonderful. The imagery is so compelling, as are the philosophical implications.

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July 2, 2020 at 6:14 pm Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  Thank you!
  
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  July 2, 2020 at 6:19 pm Reply
schoolofblue says:

Great line – A feral afternoon lost in the hills.

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July 3, 2020 at 4:56 am Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  Thank you. Glad you liked it.
  
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  July 3, 2020 at 6:31 am Reply

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