2116 — — “Oh boy. Drop everything, Ted!”
And everywhere. And everything drops
into place: Droplets are divers(e).
Ted (stops treading,
starts watering down,
troubled tapwaters
in Theia’s kitchen) must faucet,
er, face it:
“The initial disturbance,
caused by Ted’s tapping into the reservoir of metaphors,
propagates out/in-ward.”
Nourishing plan(t)s.
Theia, too, rides the ripple effectively: her nipples,
anchor floats buoying about the sink.
