I found myself on a 4 hours train ride with a very sunny seat and no air conditioning today. Whilest I “enjoyed” the illusions comming with dehydration a poem came to mind, which - as far as I can remember - never happened before. At home I did some final adjustments and so here it is, my very first and quite likely only ever poem, explaining the term “Disposia”.
an island far, on ocean blue
lies far from me, and not to see
a land of old, still new although
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left there to reign, left to obtain
a wondrous place, all to embrace
made out of waste, for your distaste
but not for mine, it is divine
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though we apart, you're in my heart
and so it's lore, you are my more
conceived so lite, one faithful night
on one symposia, my own utopia
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disposia
I’ve also made a nice looking stand-alone page.