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out there
you can see the sky

for, it’s
a world divided in
two
  one half red & finely textured
the other half blue and, shot through with
white streaks, seemingly written by skywriters
w/nothing better
to do


&
we were
there, travelling
seemingly to arrive, but
I, myself, I
(eventually)
realized
was there, simply
to travel...the red plains lost
amidst dreamings, and blue skies pale
til sunsets closed
their paths


&
I will
return, one day,
to those flatlands so scorned
by most, and, I will
sing/again

those songs I
learned
amidst such stark truths,
 because, I will return, my love,
to this, the land
of my dreams 





John Henry Calvinist