Sebastian Sandok

A fellow of mine once told me,
that the seas magnificent ballad,
was sung in a Minor D.
And oh, how the gales fluttered,
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A perplexing labyrinth of understanding drift through my head,
So elusive I can never quite paint their shapes,
Thoughts induced by light that roam into the late night,
Mere illusion cast against the caves wall,
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Take my hand and let us run.
For my heart is but a poorly stitched kite,
and you…
you, my dear are the mighty gale,
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Moments tend to pass without us taking much notice,
-woshing past, giving off one last beautiful farewell call.
And by the time we can comprehend,
yet another has passed on its way,
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Its funny,
you think someone would have
kicked me out by now
or at least said something.
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There is something incomprehensible
about sitting at a desk
after a week long, seven day
sojourn into paradise.
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I walk in the middle of the road,
Foot for foot in between perfect parallels,
Contemplating whether it is,
The celestial aura of the midnight sky red,
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If I were to ask you to define blue,
what would you give me?
An answer perhaps, a weak precarious definition
you may even possibly take me on a quest,
...

Did I by chance leave the window cracked,
just enough space for a cosmic body to slither through?
For it seems as though a cloud has crept into the room,
unhurried through the panes,
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I’m back, but not for good.
I can swim, but not very far.
I will still write,
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Eleven, eleven
Don’t tell me I’m in heaven.

I made a wish,
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I am standing in a field,
I have been here before,
but this afternoon is different.
I am utterly, ghastly alone—
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A faint foot fall, through the rambles of a wood,
amidst the wail of swaying….swaying Bamboo,
are heard the echoes of a lofty, unseen garden.
Such hollow, feeble weeping extensions
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I sat atop a golden tree,
and sang the song of Fall,
watching the leaves dance and swing,
for all our souls to see.
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Remember Dartmouth 83,
It was something important
To Report.
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I woke to the strong fragrance of honey,
And some other herb that,
I could not name, unknown to titles.
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Why is it that Love
strays so Far from the ones
who belove it?
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Out the dormitory window
I let fly
Dreams of Grand Adventure
In summer high
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It is a sort of Tragic Romance,
the way a raindropp falls.
Any way you look at it-
it still hurts.
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