oblivious conjoint.

We drank from the same pot;
of the clean and dirty,
quenching our thirst-
jointly succumbing to stomach upsets.

Mindless we swum in a frosty ocean:
the murky waters,
turbulent waves,
oblivious of imminent drowning.

We've exchanged the cockpit,
and above the clouds rejoiced-
over the beautifully beautified gardens below,
illusioned for a safe landing.

In conjoint oblivion we say goodbye:
to the faulty plane,
the beautiful-dirty pot;
and the murky waters-
to an end so near.

©Bunguswa Brian™

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