To Lie on an Elephant’s Back

Your breath reaches for these mended arms.

Pulling me towards the vacant air,

Leading us astray. As we drift

I descend

The river has widened, translucent

Neighboring towns with no dividing borders

The concert blocks? Gone. At last!

These are Frank’s tales

This reflection casted upon me,

I can see what has been given to us.

Waterways navigated by salted trees

Tracing over a life once lived.

The unadulterated land sings to us

As I draw near

A dreamscape

The passage from the past reverberates 

Across the empty channel,

But I sing alone.

If this is real, then where are frank’s boats?

It was not meant to be this way. 

Departed

I cry out to you, to all. 

My arms grow weak, will you not share this burden?

Must I dwell amongst the lifeless

And spill the ink on the wishing tree? 

I am afraid to reap a side of your coin

With the winds at your mercy.

- Inhabitant of a barren land 

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