The Island In The Sea
there is this island
a very small island where i once escaped
away from the death that the crowd has inflicted
there is this lonely island
where the only house i have is just an old chair
and throughout the nine full moons i simply sit there gazing
looking at the small tree the leaf of which is only one
its veins too tiny for my eyes to love
it gets lonely here most of the time but i owe all my life to this very small island
it saved me once from the death inflicted on me by the crowd
my body becomes a geisha of gratitude
my mouth becomes the kiss of the slave woman to the nth power of Abram
i live in this island and on the last dropp of the day
i become forever
there will be another north star in the heavens
and it shall have my own name
there is this island shaped like a heart and it sheds real blood because it is real
i am but a white grain of sand
perhaps, but i have become this grain of gratitude and i have become a star
forever hanging on the heavens.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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