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Personal Experience Poetry |
| I Am A Whale Without Ivory I am your whale song. Balleen in museums decorataed with scrimshaw. Graveyards boneyards. Boney doorways to nowhere. Ivory carvings. Rest in peace. Rest in pieces. I am destroyed. I will not fit in the cavernous maw of your ship in Time. O Captains Kirk. There will be no answer. |