Columbus wasn’t looking for America.
Nor I for you.
The world belongs to jesters and dancing bears.
So jest. Dance.
This game of blindfold chess
Is the only vocation I can manage.
A tricky fugler, I lime the branches of my mind
To see what I might catch.
Your face in the crowd I could never mistake;
I can feel your eyes a mile away;
And it pulls, the current, it pulls me under.
Drowning seems like fun.
We shall go on like this, until we can go on
No longer.
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