boats are loaded into a
sea of sky daily and those
of us who dream or
have delusions of dreaming,
row these boats of joy
through clouds and blue air
like ancient mariners
without deck hands to
raise the sails; and, in
their merriment, they defy
the rules of regular illusions,
not expecting to be seen by
those who renew subscriptions
or rental agreements for all
the space that's being used.
16Aug14
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