Wary ways
And continuous strays
Left a watermark
Of breadcrumbs
To some parable
That led to the lonely starfish
At the bottom of the sea.
Swimming past kaiju and the volcanic
Vents quaked
With rampage
Of and undersea crew that found itself
In a portal to Venus.
Undying Love and the magma
Raged on as if it was the only fuel
For the punctured lung to squeak on by
In asphyxiated whispers
As the galaxy shown its rain-stream
And only the glow of purple
Could diffuse all the trouble
To get back to the one that is loved,
And somehow,
She was on Neptune, the whole time.
Swimming beneath the waters and icebergs.
No ice, and just a scrape on glacier,
Was more like a morning bath.
The aurora could be seen from North America
And the lonely traveler
Dispelled in quadratic equations
And eerie telescope-sightings,
When a strain of her hair
Would somehow fall in the sojourner’s hand
And another flip-flop fell of the
Edge
Of a nother planet
And somehow.
It was the smell of gardenia at every crossroads,
And the slumber dispelled itself.
And she woke in hospital bed
To all that she dread –
Raspberry Iced Tea + Black Coffee.
Chocolate Milk if you asked for it, too.
Moccachino.
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