Between the two lands, between the two realms
Self-inflicted bondage pulled me to both dreams
Recycled friendship and sterilized crosshair;
I’m a cursed arrow, forever in flight
Like the days of Arctic without a night
Spread too thin, strained too hard,
Cast too far, lost all guard
Of all sense, ‘tis the worst
Limping soul, walking ghost
Sandy feet left no print
Gulped away by the blue
Thankfully,
A bottled message washed ashore
Words from home washed my sore
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Honolulu, February 17, 2014
