A semblance of fantasy, An ancient narwhal beneath the sea.

April 5, 2018
By ZK-writes BRONZE, Huntington Woods, Michigan
ZK-writes BRONZE, Huntington Woods, Michigan
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[Before humans could venture beneath the sea,
We found narwhal tusks and legends were born.]

 


When I was ten years old, I spilled mustard on my sweatshirt (it never came off,)
       Roller coasters terrify me,
                I can play the piano.


Reality--
   It pervades like the echo in a cavernous room
   It’s there even when the lights are off
   and no one invited it


When I was ten years old, I went to outer space,
    Nothing terrifies me,
         I can fly all the way to the clouds


Fantasy--
   It pervades like the echo in a cavernous room
   It’s there even when the lights are off,
but
   you have to invite it.



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