At five years old I took the wheel And drove myself To Potter's Field I layed there on The dewey grass And spoke, "Oh no, My God, alas!" I felt my figure Sinking true My bones, My flesh, Sun-dried anew
Collected musings, anecdotes, pourings, and resolutions from the heart of modern civilization through the looking glass of a far-off sailor cruising into eternium.
"Who can share in one thought atoned, accordance reached by truthful thought, careful deliberateness and wild turbulence? Only a poet and the readers of poets, the last bastions of free-thought civility our good world abides." C.E. Roth
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