Small World

Small World

The moon looked brighter underwater,
so she decided to stay in a little longer;
from her nose bubbled the birth of a solar system,
over her goggles rose the sun,
and in her ears algae aliens whispered:
Rise, sister, and come down with us.

words by Ramon Ramirez

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