We All Float

Dread Poets Sobriety

Good day and dear auspicious readers, bored over the shoulder voyeurs and generally confused pets. Always an honour.

I’m not going to ramble on for once, I believe today’s composition worthy of my restraint. I do hope you enjoyt, despite only writing it a couple days ago numerous hours have gone in at this point. Let’s see whether they were in vain. 🙂

“IT”, July 11, 2020.

The red balloon tersely frees its cord from a wretched clammy palm

Dreams of flight never again to be naively impugned

Gently ascending above the crowded marketplace

Surveys manifested destiny

Casting vague shadows and judgements

Fastidiously trivial ants and arrogantly frivolous movements

From lofty heights singular intentions are irrelevant

Dreams forever unknown and unfulfilled

Stale motivations benignly unattributable

Meanwhile, layered spheres drift gently past

A helium-drawn, snail-paced hyperdrive

Cloud cover gradually amassing sway and precipitation

And winds now strongly buffet intrepid wanderer


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