This compilation is a series of messages, addressed to you, from the lands lying in the deep recesses of my mind. Some ephemeral wind stirs them up like leaves, every so-often a few reach an open window and cross the barrier between imagination and reality.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

with such attractive sails
I am sure
I could be carried
into places new and whole
my mind wanders
-
but for the imagined dampness
what could my present circumstances sorely inconvenience
should I jump
not today will this gap be breached
and it was not
-
without my mind
silently begging
that you remain in harbor

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