|Reviews for o2|
| Manuel Fajar 7/25/10 . chapter 1
lithe minnows in shallows we congregate
and panicked in direction waves do make;
light refracted by ripples clear concave,
reflects from sand crystals aligned in place.
but fleeting—our evasion of pursuit
preoccupies heart till nothing can soothe.
so sleek in motion—our fear appears smooth;
at least in swarm, soul seems to find some truth.