into
the wine colored sea
of nostalgia.
Some barefoot, some naked,
with our heads shaved
our teeth gaped and missing
We are growing children
ever changing
like snakes
who shed
their skins.
Our childhood
now
a fist full of
milk teeth
white and dry,
remind us
of the days
the world was
a long voyage
to uncharted territory...
"Are we there, yet?"
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