I Remember July
I remember July.
I remember when the gods threw boulders from the heavens, great tumbling stormclouds in deep purple-grey and silvery white.
The sky menaced but it was no match for the chaos below, on the surface of the earth we called home. Infinite collisions of time and inevitability had produced chaos and all her children a million times over every immeasurably tiny moment and the seething result was a pale blue dot roiling just below the surface...
You see, we are just below our surfaces. We are suspended in our dreams.