Ship

there is only the ship, we’re in it

An envoy of hyperspace

Dedicated to the travellers by a home dweller. The home dweller that hasn’t got a ship. The home dweller that cannot see past the front door. The home dweller that sits by a beautiful dust covered gilded window, dust covered varnished window, only to look out from and see “nothing” and doesn’t know “It”.

The spring blossoms always scatter after April showers and the summer leaves soon turn yellow only to float away on wintry winds and soon disintegrate, and so what is there?

Laks Indrakaran – Somerville, MA

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