It continues,
There are arrivals,
and departures,
We ask safe travels
to our next arrival,
and our next.
St. Christopher
the journey continues.
Ship to Port. Land
in place, new and old,
dressed in red, chariot
electric, perfumes
on the glimmering
air waft in the blue hour.
Story for the millions of
eyes that charge our
currents. To arrive
yet again.
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