'Floating in the great beyond
where misdirection waves its magic wand'
unclear about the wind- or the leeway
tenaciously gripping the jack-stay
bedazzled we flee
all at sea
the horizon is whispering memories
of unhappened realities
the siren stifled in the deep
floundering about in dreamless sleep
you reaching for my face but the reach is never ending
- a fumble into nothingness -
pretending
to feel
what is not real
I.A.m
As always, grateful to RHCP, my muse
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