Liberties

Let me explain to you mortals  what an instinct is: the end of explanation. Settlements are where your belongings are dropped. Like gravity, there’s nothing  under there. None of you go around asking gravity why it exists. Life wants, like gravity wants.   * “Unlike the rest of you, I refuse to be governed  by the great expanse of blue,  that slanderer of life. What have I missed?  What has anyone  said that’s so convincing? The beyond that wants discovering has been fine this long without me.”    *   Violently the sun pulls water from the flat sea   Chaotic shore, water breaks there, is untransformed   * Many launched off, women among them. Their arms and lungs and legs were strong enough to carry them  or not strong enough. And how many returned? What number  were lost? Could life be that difficult? Could life be that appeasing, so satisfying  it throbs? So rich and paved and exhaustive and appeasing,  you dive in?