From the moment the tale of her ruin made itself known, mankind has coveted proof of her existence.
Many a curious hand has stalked across the glossy veins of maps and the cracked vertebrae of books enclosing information most pivotal to her secret whereabouts and the tragic evanescence that initiated her exile.
Many a sailor explorer scientist poet have perished among the gnashing jaws of the sea in their pursuit of the glory her exploitation would surely bring.
In response to such grievances-- the reality of losing oneself in the midst of searching for what has already been lost-- imagination-- the belief in magic, in the seemingly unbelievable-- was outlawed within the human psyche;
now, they say she is merely a madman's legend, a myth concocted by Plato so as to warn against the perils of greed.
But never did they consider that perhaps she did not want to be found to begin with, that her seclusion has always been a necessity so as not to repeat the monstrosities of the past-- so she should not resurface to satiate their earthly desires only so she can be drowned anew.
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school starts soon smoking joints on the weekday afternoon
in a sidelined shady freight car, property of Norfolk Southern
debating if this car will be northbound or southbound and master-bating our fantasy where we want to be taken
knowing full well maybe one of us - (and they all looking at me)
will get out of this car and live to see foreign places without having to return in a body bag
we argue lazy who should go get the beer, collect the quarters and sweaty dollar bills and **** if I am not reappointed leader of the beer fetching
besides it’s my tan lab panting needing water so it’s my responsibility and the nasty liquor store owner don’t hate me that much as the others so he’ll sell me beer without too much **** talk (some for sure)
asking where I’m laying low on a **** hot day like this one
tell him i’m getting on a train getting out of this two bit town which makes him reminisce and ask which direction
could be northbound could be southbound **** could be west but for sure won’t be going eastbound