Every day the sun falls
lost yet another time.
Small, medium, large
the size of dreams.
We are castaways
on a stolen yacht.
Every day the journey
moves on,
every word ever spoken
as permanent as steam
rising on an ocean
sometimes as lost as a ship
sunk at the bottom.
Islands take us
to your destinations.
Fragrances, we shall always
cherish your meanings.
Come as you are.
This world is igniting
beneath our feet.
Feel its hunger and its thirst.
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