Bubble Wrap

Like a pillow on a bed of lava,

Or a sheet on a berg of ice,

Like a dance of a single snowflake,

Or a single grain of a rice,

No equation, no lens,

Can destroy these spots that blind,

No intent, no purpose,

No treasure, a map may find.

Lifetimes spent on missions,

To see ourselves as projections.

But our stories are capped,

Like a pop on a bubble wrap.

Like a pop on a bubble wrap.

– Shilpa Tripathi

I had a moment of lamentation. Bear with me. ❤

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