9000 Words

Photo credit:  Scott Cain Where does one go When Frozen mud rules I am powerless From Helmikuu I make a fanfareless departure To survive the trip my sanity relies on a deity greater than the god of Mars The transit includes a port called Solmonath To get there without you I leave my soul to God This is a return to sailing and war I am not afraid of my cargo, or morality My journey includes a visit to an international deity named minerva I need to tell her how wrong I was I should not have accepted milk from the wolf Pray for God to remove these defects And the waves and mud will eat me I’m scared of the wolf who is only happy for an hour or mostly more And I am such a lousy mariner So I write a list of those whom I have harmed There are two. God and myself, but mostly myself My destination is Veneralia And unfortunately I can not stay In the church owned by a political party It is tempting but nobody likes the ravings of a drunk

Photo credit:  Scott Cain Have you heard 23% were in the news today I contemplate if my efforts are worthy A fresh blue dream offers what is real Only, as far as I can tell I am on a random ball in the expanse I am uncertain what I know Do you think we are in this together Have you noticed the beginnings and ends at random intervals I ponder the infinite My machine has only limited control The gauges indicate eventual failure I am lonely Are you really that close, I can see you through my two tiny portholes Can you see the prejudice of my being? It cannot be woke I know not my own folly There is little time to grok this fullness Your is message is garbled I wish to understand you Have you heard Yin Yang and the flowerpot man Do you think my understanding of beauty is broken I crave an emotional connection Kintsukuroi is everything ok W Etherbert C is determined I am desperate for your touch What is this truth without appetite Y