Constant Corrections

It is another sweltering hot summer day. The humidity is suffocating. The lure of enjoying the great outdoors is quickly overshadowed by the sun induced, mosaic hallucinations. It is the ninth summer of his nine year life and he is stuck inside grandma’s apartment building. Housing a collection of seniors only rivaled by the suburbs of south Florida, finding variety of activity or any entertainment in this building is a lost cause. For the magical event’s that will soon transpire, this setting is surly and completely inadequate.

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PROLOGUE:

when the wind blows
I set sail
until last gasp gust
I journey forth

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why?
because of everything I am
with everything I can
forging within this man

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he has skipped among the surface
a soft pebble balancing on breaks;
a limestone never displaced
settling among the smooth; easy

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eyes close; escape
veil of slumber; drape
visions without shape

restless clay; mold
visionary shapes; behold
fortunes being told

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