Icarus's blog: "Hope- by any other name."

I didn't want to tell you
because I'm not real..
In the serene drop
you are the fall and the ripple
the course and the chaos.

The peace and the fear.

One, twelve, many,
and then you realize such things don't really matter.
Above below and beyond.
The best is a downpour,
though a drop can make you melt.

The surrender to the fall
in that needless multitude of your singularity,
In that you are free in your prison.