& so we built a ship, filled it with flowers–perhaps they were abstractions, flowers from memory but alright the ship would sail on dreams as the sailors told us
Call me out pay good attention to the stars
Many years have we still to travel
& lit beneath our hearts a half moon I think it was
Interminably erotic on the river early
Time cannot be traversed with sails but we throw coins into the water
Me? Just fixing the syllables in song of ocean
Planet of the Blind 