Today is the day we all took off on boats. Land disappeared. These weren’t precious times. But we kept our spirits when the world became ocean. We have supplies. We wave to friends in nearby vessels, as the wind breaks apart our happy cluster. Our parting words—the world turned land would be far worse. Smiles and stiff chins, we sail into despondent fleets, flotsam vagrants sulking, as we make our pilgrimage over submerged holy lands. Instead, we travel elsewhere, the golden roads of our hearts.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Posted by Christian Bell at 8:00 AM
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