…
We have cracked the a
-cute code
of pebbles,
only to find them held
(stones,
sticks,
stems)
in curious pockets. We’ve un
-locked the saintly track
of angel wings, only to
wrestle with the memory
of their lift.
It’s all hypothesis,
……………an act.
We just want to escape
with our brains intact.
.
Wordled.
“The memory of their lift.” That’s good.
I’m surprised you did not say in- tact!
I agree with the sentiment of this – science explains much, but it can never explain everything.
“the memory / of their lift” – just beautiful!
Love this review. The humor. The wisdom…
I could read your heart all day.