It's taken sixteen legs,
Sometimes eight,
Occasionally four,
To put the world to rights,
Oh and tea in flasks,
And coffee and ice-cream at all sorts
Of outragous times of day,
It's taken the chaos of a four, eight or sixteen hour
(Pretty sure the record is sixteen at any rate)
"Quick coffee" as well as
A complete absence of fear or respect
For my boundaries,
A fierce connection that won't obey
The usual rules,
A glorious explosion resulting from two
Remarkable flames burning
At the speed of light with
An Incandescent happy fury
That surely must blind
The random passer by
Or are they already blind (or blinkered)?
Legs and paws but no pause
In enlightenment and fascinating
Discovery of yet another
Skill and lived experience,
Who needs telly when
Living life with such focus
And intent creates such delight,
Ships alongside are safe for sure,
But that is not what they are meant for,
Two ships in company though,
Mutual support,
Shared resources of compliimentary Characters formed
In a crucible of fierce living,
Such a fleet,
Though small,
Can achieve most anything,
And that's a mast I happily
Nail my colours to,
Come rain or hail,
Come storm or calm,
Come life with all of its viscissitudes,
Or indeed
Come death.
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
It's taken sixteen legs,
Sometimes eight,
Occasionally four,
To put the world to rights,
Oh and tea in flasks,
And coffee and ice-cream at all sorts
Of outragous times of day,
It's taken the chaos of a four, eight or sixteen hour
(Pretty sure the record is sixteen at any rate)
"Quick coffee" as well as
A complete absence of fear or respect
For my boundaries,
A fierce connection that won't obey
The usual rules,
A glorious explosion resulting from two
Remarkable flames burning
At the speed of light with
An Incandescent happy fury
That surely must blind
The random passer by
Or are they already blind (or blinkered)?
Legs and paws but no pause
In enlightenment and fascinating
Discovery of yet another
Skill and lived experience,
Who needs telly when
Living life with such focus
And intent creates such delight,
Ships alongside are safe for sure,
But that is not what they are meant for,
Two ships in company though,
Mutual support,
Shared resources of compliimentary Characters formed
In a crucible of fierce living,
Such a fleet,
Though small,
Can achieve most anything,
And that's a mast I happily
Nail my colours to,
Come rain or hail,
Come storm or calm,
Come life with all of its viscissitudes,
Or indeed
Come death.
