The Leaving

With a donated sense of adventure
We pretend we can still do tricks
Some more satisfied than others
Pushing back against a wall of dream

Inflating balloons and letting them go
It is an act of safe-harboring
Expressing the last dribble of amusement
In the unpredictable nature of things

Behind thick molasses eyes
We were never meant to be kings
Only playfully toying with the idea
Of secretly masquerading into court

Cigarettes are making a comeback
People can't afford to live very long
The same enjoyment of seeing Northern Lights
Can be got from smoking them

We are all tied with ribbon
To the ones that brought us here
Intricately folded into flan
And drizzled with story

A life's work is in the soil
Bleeding it for illusion
The real magic
Is in the leaving
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5.28.08