Oceans are only oceans when they move,” Julie whispers. “Waves are what keep the oceans from just being very big puddles. Oceans are just their waves. And every wave in the ocean is finally going to meet what it moves towards, and break.
— David Foster Wallace, Little Expressionless Animals
Wellington Blues
You’ve gone too far away.
Escaping the confines of
My mind, and my pen.
I guess it didn’t register
.
When you said New Zealand.
I knew it was taking you away
From me, but I never knew
It would take
.
You
Away
From
Me.
.
The oceans in my dreams
Never appear this vast, with
Greens plunged into somber blacks.
The starry sky drains down
.
Mixing with a splotch of
Blue paint on your palette –
Like the rich, dark oil
That the ocean thought it could forget.
One of my favorite creatures in the history of the world: The Mimic Octopus
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