two paper plate angels
spread their wings
reaching upwards
two brothers’ fragile machine
birthed generations that reached higher and higher
two men walked on the moon
the first stop to the heavens
propelled by desire
determination and dreams
we all struggle upward
from within ourselves
we yearn for something different
something better
another place
another time
a dream world of our own design
we dream while the world
our world
our only world
rushes ahead without us
there was a man
who spoke of that dream as being real
being here now
if only we could see it
live in it
maybe understand it
i have heard the call of the undiscovered country
it is all about me
living on either hand
solid and true
the real deal
i am unpacking my bags
The Ace Hotel Notebook 