Reading on dialectics and
eternalities and forms,
on tremendous propositions
and their incumbent pretensions,
all comfort shorn,
I deliberate and determine
whether to jump ship
if the sea in fact is warm,
or if the best sort of knowledge
is to be seaworthy in a storm.
The thought process, Worn like a Wampanoag belt, Felt stiff, at times, and, at times, Mighty proud– what A thing ‘a beauty. What, it’s...
A young bird found out an Old bird and said, excitedly, “Old bird, did you realize that the Sky we sail is not empty but Full? Did you...
I could not be Otherwise if I walked To the furthest wharf And threw myself in To where the soft Surround of painted dusk Evinces a...
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