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We hurl our joy
into the abyss
with utter abandon.
If anyone's counting costs,
the higher, the deeper, the better.
We're launching ourselves.
We know this as clearly
as the north star shines out
in the darkness.
We sail forth--no compass,
no plan, few provisions,
short wake.
This eviction party is a little
rambunctious, uncouth
beginning to end.
This ship of fools is teeming
with life.
If we know not where,
we are certain
of how--
we are going with the best
of companions, that's how.
Leaving bitterness behind,
bequeathed to entitlement,
left in its mansion on the hill.
This rowdy crew, these scarred, salty dogs
raise the sails,
pilot the proud ship Atonement,
head for the deeper waters
embracing this blue-green world
we love.
Copyright 2007 Todd Mertz