A tiny ocean crashes
Beneath the short sky On a minuscule island, a flake, Battered by fiddly weather, Close to the compact continent, All spread over The crumb of the world, a mote, Caught in the stifling closeness Of a tight solar system, Twisting in a narrow galaxy, A low ceiling-ed infinity: A tiny universe A tiny tiny universe A speck.
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AuthorJohn Bleasdale is a writer. His work has appeared in The Guardian, The Independent, Il Manifesto, as well as CineVue.Com and theStudioExec.com. He has also written a number of plays, screenplays and novels. Archives
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