Understanding the EMH

               By Allison DeBoer

The Eyes are like a giant ocean, a constant battle of thrashing waves colliding and choking one

another until finally the waters part to reveal

The Mind made up of  colorful fins, flashing and gliding, jabbing and darting, millions of

Thoughts happening simultaneously, all at once until

The Heart bursts and all the water and all the fins are released as little by little the water dis-

sipates and the fish gasp and die, leaving nothing but an empty hull, a shell so deep and so vast

that for a long, long while it seems that nothing can fill it until

A drop of water falls from the sky, and somewhere high above, an eye blinks.