Messages across the Atlantic

 

Bogotá 2009, and a trans Atlantic flight to Brussels 2010.

 

I may feel at last

In privacy of night.

A stoic failing

On a trans Atlantic flight.

And I dream of mortality and light

In the Sea of Tranquility tonight. 

 

For

I passed up a rose, and

Lying in repose

Await the ends I

Chose. 

 

Gray regime

Presses on my spine.

Boys of Bogotá brandishing their knife. 

And I dream of mortality and light.

In a sea of tranquility tonight.

 

For

The ends I chose are

Lying in repose

Await, awake I

Know.

 

-fin-