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[lykohmygawd]

Etienne made plans: He said we would traverse the skies;
and stars, and space, were nothing to us.
The ghosts of seas and desert moons are graves of mysteries too huge to live unsolved.

And then, he says,
we will take a pea-green boat to blue-green water,
and it will stay afloat through eight vast oceans and seven seas.
Each ocean will amplify our suffering, and each sea will soothe it;
until the last,and in its lack we'll lose our Christianity.
And clinging to each other we will stumble onto land:
With our seasick feet we will navigate the sand.
A thousand times we will stumble,
and get up only 999.
And so we'll learn to crawl -
into one another's arms.
And struggle against each other's pain.

He says he wishes, hopes and dreams -
knows, although it shouldn't be so,
that we will finally rise from the pits of one another's hurt,
skin grimy with all the hatred and the hurting
we rubbed off on one another.
And holding hands we'll learn to run
to cities filled with snow
and warmth.

And music chases us,
he tells me (imagine,)
as we dig wells into our depleted hearts;
the ghosts of blood and water feed on love that's joined us in the dust.