



“Your mother was born in December,
on the one sunny day that winter gave up.
She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies,
when she stared at the world.”

“And then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
Had some eloquent graffiti.
Like ‘We’ll meet again’ and ‘Fuck the man’
And ‘Tell my mother not to worry.’”
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“A new wind is going to find your sail.
That’s where your journey starts.”
… Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world…
for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.