Under African Skies (sappy sonnet special)

I took a topless trip from Tenerife to Ouarzazate

I left my lower selves on the sex shop shelves

This Desert rose to alpine heights and Apocalypse;

You! opening an everlasting Divine Door


The Red Sea opened; yet I refused to enter the Promised Lands

You Suezly cut away the Continent, building Bridges to Betterlands;

Still, I cannot cross the articial Ocean

Without my Oasis; In…Paris…


Crown the Dakars! We West Coast lovers; East Coast lovers;

Tethered through tsunamic tragedies:

I love you Madagascar!


Then it starts where it all began

To be apart means to be authentic

And harmoniously in harmony with harm


Under African Skies is a copyrighted song by Paul Simon


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