Within a desolate storm swept ocean of being A vessel sits at the foot of infinity Its rigging lashed by the howling of laughter And a mocking wind crushes it into the sea. The captain alone mans every post Taking charge in the hurricane with wide eyes And sleeplessness regaining clarity The billowing sail blinds everything shielding spray Yet unnoticed and affray sings the siren On the bay, the captain is deaf The albatross is gone, and the kestrel clings To the bow as a wooden emblem in spirit only. An angel flies over head, spies and turns away. Sinking deeper into nothing and the captain Refuses to abandon his everything. Void or solid grounding, no matter where, The planks will provide Until lily pads and stepping stones In the future they hide The boat swings silently to one side A narrow escape from the crash of reality The captain feels water at his feet.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 21:57:22 +0000
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