by Joe Stanley

6

Back into the fog, back into the mist,
to linger in the limbo where those fiery angels kissed.
There to dwindle there to haunt,
there to wonder and to want

While beneath me writhe the shadows as they rise up from the deep
Come then serpent take me, so at last that I may sleep

This into a bottle I will cast as far away
As my hopes for seeing home again
Or another day

Never take up sailing
or your mind may float away.

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