Thursday, April 5, 2012

I Alone, Take Thee Aeroplane

Can I really just pick up a bag and leave like that?
For I still mourn over the forlorn image formed.

It was a dream of me in the aeroplane over the sea,
leaning over to meet the mouth of the Shoal,
effectively kissing everyone I know goodbye,
while placing out a welcome mat on the ocean floor.

Welcome me fear, for I must frighten myself sometimes.

--Dr. Pen Name

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