The Departure
We depart from the black slime of downtown walls
And the yellow air in the harbor.
We ran with knights, dark and swift
With the texture and pallor
Of a dead man's cheek.
And we knew they were evil
Because they do the harm we don't recognize in ourselves.
Until---
So we depart
From them and from ourselves.
Out of the yellow harbor lights
Through the chalky fog
And beyond danger's hollow dream.
For that other, yellow-less glow shines
Where I have no name.
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