Supernova
By bdgrey
The bottle of champagne bursts as it hits the ship, sending its bubbly nature down into the sea. Now the fish will get to share in inebriation, throwing a little party of their own, as they drink till they can no longer swim straight. The ship sets sail to applause from the crowd, with smoke emitting from huge smoke stacks. Picking up speed as it ventures out into the sea, freedom of an ever expanding ocean at its whim. Passengers aboard feel the luxory of this life, as it bobs side to side at the mercy of the ocean. Little children run around on its freshly painted decks, as they will barely remember in ten years time. Yet all is well as this miracle of man takes flight, land becoming smaller and soon out of sight. So where will they go and do they want to get there? Only time knows as day turns to night, and young men grow old and dark hair turned gray. The ship of dreams picks up anchor every night, and some never awake and remain forever, on this eternal and welcome endeavor. The ship called Nova with Super before it, holds the dreams of souls and those with clarity. Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 04:48 PM PST 0 • 12
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