Ode to Disposia

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.