Cubes and Other Lessons (II)

She had no weight because
Was made of eyes.
She was talking to me
In an invented language
She tripped over a pebble and
Fell into the sea.
(There was no splash)
In a second
She vanished beneath the wave
With all our wooden hearts.
She could not be saved
Because nobody knew
How to breathe in ink.


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