The mindless thought apparatus-
The endless yearning. Of the man. That answers the calling.
Like the wilderness, he is in the concrete jungle: ensnared by himself.
She is the echo that is faint against.
The Fromnowhere voice of doubt that angst, and angst.
The endless vision, that is no vision.
The answer to the body’s call.
The island in the middle, and the lost passenger.
The voyager be all the desires of man, and the dying eyes, mind, and hands–
the king without queen, is the gamble of creed;
her eyes: all greed. She is the visionless decree.
She is the knives in the hopes, and the waking life.
She is the art of war, and fickle with every ounce of might.
And so it would seem, that Captain Ahab chased himself through the waves.
Chasing his own eyes with a spear, until insane…
For she is but the mistress. The sea, and the entire waves.
The storm. The clouds. the hurricane in all the rains-
Copyright July 9, 2018