D’Kamalig

Though the sun was smiling the moon droops

across a sea of crying stars

Red lights spin as cyclone scattered debris

And here I am

in a corner

by the bar, then centered

just another one adrift in the midst

of this new old world

Yet, I smile

And then I am truly, really happy

As you always

have been

and will be again when you are

once again, under his wings

Here, Now

For the Seagull that aimed to soar high

Midgard

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