Monday, October 24, 2011

The poem that started it all

8/8/11

The Floating City

Even as I sit in this chair, the city rocks.
I am on the boat again or did I ever leave?

Shifting and settling underneath me
It tugs my heart and mind back to this place…

The floating city
There is no escape.
I am no longer trying to get away I am here
When I am here,
I am not sure what is real and what is a figment of this floating world.

Un –realized / realized dreams
Open dialogues of days gone by
The in-between
The middle
The muck

I sit and wait
I actually try to move but I don’t
But I am...you see
The floating city is constantly moving

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