An Azure Sea



Who would miss me if I left? If I died? if I decide
To blow this town, who would give a damn?
I am sure if I die that they would cry and cry some more
then settle the score, cash the chips and move on
to the next incarnation, the next waystation.

Could I sink down alone, like a stone
tossed from the rails of reality
into a hopeful  sea of azure uncertainty
and float away forever and a day,
alone and uncaring, seafaring, into eternity,

no company, just me, in the lee of care and aggravation
seeking a place and a space for my own salvation,
Founding my own nation, a singular creation.
Could I? Could I?

©Dave Kavanagh February 2016

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