The Sail

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When! When can we see the stars for what they are?

Constellations causing mutilations of a map in mind and heart.
They change our bearings, and our minds, like whispers in the dark.
Disillusioned, discontent; Spinning in a jar.

X marks the spot, that blood red cross.
X marks the spot, the Captain’s boss.
It’s getting hot, but he never stops.
It’s getting hot, but he’ll hit the spot.

A raven, Poe. A monster, Shelly.
A winter, snow. A can, Kelly.
The stars a map and the map is death.
They were never the same when his innocence left.

He’s been there before, the place on the map.
It draws him still closer, and she hates him for that.

– By Randall Evans.

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