ON DECK 2013-11-08

I woke up at the crack of doom
To see the last light of mind
Shimmering in the white wake.

The day had been an echo of the past
Reverberating vibrations and rainbows
Fluttering flags and fleeting shadows.

The ship was gliding through space;
Fluorescent diamond dressed sky godesses
Waved from the galaxies as we sailed by
Along the starways, and the angelitos
Played their violins and their pianos.


Pascal Legrand

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