Vapours from the spirit realm
rise
to overwhelm my senses

and at the helm of a sea-less ship
tossed and trundling then to slip
into the welcoming arms of armies
holding parleys for an armistice

The pin explodes as it hits the ground
waves of sound
I take my cue and you, helpless in my
selfishness watch me as I paddle off in
the boom of echoes
which no longer matter

All fools day and fools at play fool unsuspecting folk.
vapours then become the smoke that fogs the glass.


The unaware will for a dare ask, ' is anyone there?'

Everyone's where they're supposed to be
stranded for eternity
looking out on humanity that
moves like a ship on a sea-less
sea.