The poem that started it all
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
I sit and wait
I actually try to move but I don’t
But I am...you see
The floating city is constantly moving