Here lies another black spot on the palm of my hand
which comes as no surprise to me.
I look and can see
Blind Pew,
gamboling away
as surely as the light gambols
through every second of each day.
Pew is me and mine
another ship of the line
a small dot on the radar screen
coming and going to places
I have been.
I wonder if Pew has seen them too
or imagined them in his dreams,
I'm not sure if he's blind but
one day will come when I capture him
taking a reading by the noonday sun
and then
I will know for sure.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Here lies another black spot on the palm of my hand
which comes as no surprise to me.
I look and can see
Blind Pew,
gamboling away
as surely as the light gambols
through every second of each day.
Pew is me and mine
another ship of the line
a small dot on the radar screen
coming and going to places
I have been.
I wonder if Pew has seen them too
or imagined them in his dreams,
I'm not sure if he's blind but
one day will come when I capture him
taking a reading by the noonday sun
and then
I will know for sure.
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