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Words opening windows
where the soul takes flight
like Wendy trusting Peter
exiting into night

There freedom finds the writer
and not so holy ghost
upon a course of travel –
qualified as quest

And the Percival you thought you were
comes face to face
no less
with a clock – in a crock
in a place called
Neverland at best

The Grail so coveted
so lost
a piece of gold
a cup unfilled –

Stands silently
on a Captains plank
unreachable by hook alone
unthinkable except by heart –

That first –
believed in the words
placed on the paper from the start


“There is nothing like a dream to create the future” – Victor Hugo, 1802-1885