safranine-blooded sea creatures
swimming so far away, microscopic.
Do you see the stain as a shallow grave
or think of it as your giant, endless ocean?
Flash to a time when shadows didn’t need
light to exist.
Casters rolled them out like a Yo-Yo,
spreading darkness around on puppet
Pretend like it’s the weekend before
you were scooped, prepped, and dyed;
Swimming in a cool cluster, naïve.
What kind of images were you casting
deep in the refracted light?
Could they have shown a dual future
sliding along below you—parallel,
self taught, self-aware, and emotive—
controlled by forces they might not
Maybe they played a larger scene?
The one that motivates the Casted
to become the Casters.
Eyedropper releases a teardrop-shaped
capsule of familia, still swimming.
And you sigh.
K. Shawn Edgar | Writer | Lounger | Freelance Human