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A Crow Nests at Babel
Showmanship.
Show man ship...
view his awe.
Sailing over nervous lids
adrenaline at the back of a throat.
That wood hewn masterpiece,
the stuff of dreams.
Over a tempest’s face,
the darkness lies beneath
Nature’s restless soul.
Walk the planks,
such the path of the foolish.
Our Demi wants Moore,
The mooring anchors her
anxious breath.
Hail the fallen Trojan,
pitiful in his mortality.
The petty wars, the cost
so much in their delivery.
What is man that we..?
Poseidon is a farce
and humans, casualties.
Showmanship.
Show man ship...
and he’ll burn in whale oil.
Show man ship...
view his awe.
Sailing over nervous lids
adrenaline at the back of a throat.
That wood hewn masterpiece,
the stuff of dreams.
Over a tempest’s face,
the darkness lies beneath
Nature’s restless soul.
Walk the planks,
such the path of the foolish.
Our Demi wants Moore,
The mooring anchors her
anxious breath.
Hail the fallen Trojan,
pitiful in his mortality.
The petty wars, the cost
so much in their delivery.
What is man that we..?
Poseidon is a farce
and humans, casualties.
Showmanship.
Show man ship...
and he’ll burn in whale oil.
Published 12th Nov 2017
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12th Nov 2017 6:12pm
Interesting piece. It comes across as very cryptic and abstract which dispite catching my interest in interpretating it, I feel could use more defining images to aid this piece along. I say this mainly because I feel it jumps around a lot in its narration. Still a fun read, I enjoyed this one.
