Put me in a pinewood box,
And set me near the tide,
Let my body float to sea,
On the waves I'll ride,

In my heart I'm a pirate,
I'll fly the black flag high,
I'll settle for no less than-
The earth and sea and sky,

I've had my fill of normal,
And I'll never settle for,
The things sheep are seeking,
Inland, far from the shore,

Just give me my ***,
And a ship with a crew,
We'll set sail for Horizon,
And seek out Skies of Blue,

But if here I die,
Don't bury me under-
The ground I so greatly detest,
Please know that I know best,

Just put me in a pinewood box,
And set me at low tide,
Watch as my body floats to sea,
On these waves I will ride,
A pirate whose been glorified.

I heard
the first sound of silence
since I fed their secret string
in secret to the old maw
calmly promising
deliverance
in exchange for
cohesion
by way of
senseless adherence.

While I was calm --
While I was calm
Silence saliently sailed
from me

They set their course to the distant edge,
so far, the flat Earth
anxiously appeared
very real, certainly sang
and said

"Should you continue raising white flags
I shall continue blending until you lose
the volume and you never hear me."

For the first time since the last time,
I rode the shallows
through the violet night
on trembling shadows
in low light,
in low light
in silence

I shot a signal flare from my breast,
wide to receive the worst
solitary reflection

Ready to be quiet, invite
my vibes to drive in
disparate directions