Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Water

I am seventy percent water.

Ducks paddle languidly about my brain.

Goldfish dart in and out behind my eyes.

 

I am an ebbing and flowing spring.

I am a spillway.  I am a faucet;

A river, a brackish lake, a teardrop.

 

All that water in a constant swirl,

Moving incomprehensively within

This living, breathing common colloid.

As in ST:TNG

Ugly bag of mostly water.

 

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