The poem that started it all


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The Floating City

Even as I sit in this chair, the city rocks. I am on the boat again or did I ever leave?

Shifting and settling underneath me It tugs my heart and mind back to this place…

The floating city There is no escape. I am no longer trying to get away I am here When I am here, I am not sure what is real and what is a figment of this floating world.

Un –realized / realized dreams Open dialogues of days gone by The in-between The middle The muck

I sit and wait I actually try to move but I don’t But I see The floating city is constantly moving