Christmas Clipper
Christmas isn't even three days from me;
It's so close, it hurts.
Yet I'm somewhere so very far away, neither there nor here.
Could it be that I'm a psychically disembodied spirit,
Adrift on a brisk clipper
Blasting my mind, my heart, shivering my vertebrae?
What's happening to my insides? How can they be burning?
By Christmas Eve night,
I might be just a block of ice with a flame at its core.
12/22/08 - (1)
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