A LAND WITHOUT BONES

Who am I?
This arrangement of bones and memories
a few days of daylight before the grim reaping
Where are those drunkards?
I'd rather be like them
lost and forgetful
This world is too real for me
I am a captain of fancy in a land of fact
therefore, I choose my fancy
Then, I make this world disappear
and step gingerly into a land without bones
no memories either
just a new direction
beautiful women
wine, wine glasses
a latch
and a clean getaway

~ Zach Magnum ~

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