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I made an empty speech bubble
And tried to fill it with stars, I found swimming in a night sky.
But it was only a reflection in still water, which had tricked my eye,
And I slipped on the smooth stones.
Drenched, I shivered, as the cold gnawed at my bones.
And I tried again to fill the bubble, this time with fish wrung from my hair.
But they died, gasping for air,
And my shadow rose up behind me and laughed at me,
And my silly notions of filling the emptiness. ‘Like piss in the sea,’
It told me. ‘But the sea is full of life,’
I thought, as I cut the shadow from my feet with a knife
And stuffed it in my bubble.
A Bolg? 