Apr 2020
When alone I met the voice
In my deserted glassy skies
There was no doubt in me
Whenever I made the choice
It is not within my eyes
But within what’s within me
Once I held my hand to Joyce,
To Jim, John, those isolated highs
For we share blood as we share sea
Albatross and ravens drop redfruits, so many. Long-time sleepers awake of nightmermaids to fall back in dreamlocks ; O but the captain, my captain is on the dock with the roman republic : hail! Hail! We share a destiny. Hail Hail again, for we share a destiny.
Long-time travelers, dust-looking woman playing virginity dices on the banks. But the dice is taken in the sand, but the dice is taken in the sands.
Shall you see, dearest eye, towards deadland eternal open borders, shall you sail and accost with symmetric feet? Or will you go, one fingertip at the time? The question is thrown, but the answer is late ; it happens in the waves of human fates, as past is present in the lines of human face, and reels right on left, heels lipton tighs.
Captain!
The ship is rigged and we see each other from above our natural talents, thus we share but the sight of our mutual tempests, to appease us, in a fraternal horror. For we do not share no language... Hear me! We do not share no language! I hear your screams and shrieks in which you draw your heart, and I know – for we all know – those words, those only we learnt to know from each other. When we gather, we understand, our disharmonious tongues all say but once ‘We do not share no language’. That’s all we’ll ever know for sure.
And a singer drew his breath for us ; a sinking philosopher renamed air water so he would not die drowning ; and the singer drifts in breeze for us ; the ghost of self-belief knived my beatle knight, an killed all worth believing in him ; and the singer drools on *** with ease. Cry! We’ll never be mass-ters again. These stars shone in London, in the plain of Po and in the Pan desert, but no ashes can help us steering our way. Solemnly I declare, Dear Sir or Dead Seer.
Bang shoot the earthbow.
It is the way the word ends, not with a full sound but within a comma,
In my deserted glassy skies
There was no doubt in me
Whenever I made the choice
It is not within my eyes
But within what’s within me
Once I held my hand to Joyce,
To Jim, John, those isolated highs
For we share blood as we share sea
Albatross and ravens drop redfruits, so many. Long-time sleepers awake of nightmermaids to fall back in dreamlocks ; O but the captain, my captain is on the dock with the roman republic : hail! Hail! We share a destiny. Hail Hail again, for we share a destiny.
Long-time travelers, dust-looking woman playing virginity dices on the banks. But the dice is taken in the sand, but the dice is taken in the sands.
Shall you see, dearest eye, towards deadland eternal open borders, shall you sail and accost with symmetric feet? Or will you go, one fingertip at the time? The question is thrown, but the answer is late ; it happens in the waves of human fates, as past is present in the lines of human face, and reels right on left, heels lipton tighs.
Captain!
The ship is rigged and we see each other from above our natural talents, thus we share but the sight of our mutual tempests, to appease us, in a fraternal horror. For we do not share no language... Hear me! We do not share no language! I hear your screams and shrieks in which you draw your heart, and I know – for we all know – those words, those only we learnt to know from each other. When we gather, we understand, our disharmonious tongues all say but once ‘We do not share no language’. That’s all we’ll ever know for sure.
And a singer drew his breath for us ; a sinking philosopher renamed air water so he would not die drowning ; and the singer drifts in breeze for us ; the ghost of self-belief knived my beatle knight, an killed all worth believing in him ; and the singer drools on *** with ease. Cry! We’ll never be mass-ters again. These stars shone in London, in the plain of Po and in the Pan desert, but no ashes can help us steering our way. Solemnly I declare, Dear Sir or Dead Seer.
Bang shoot the earthbow.
It is the way the word ends, not with a full sound but within a comma,
