Photo: Diego Fernandes 2009
The future, like the silver sea,
Is riding invisible somewhere outside.
The eye of my heart peers forward.
That unknown and limitless land
Collides against a raven shore of history.
Where my memory lies enchained.
The ship to far shores rests,
It’s anchor weighed in this moment.
A gangway bridges murky experience.
Its captain stands ready for a signal,
Longshoremen have cast off most lines.
Boatswains caper about the deck.
Yet the cargo is not fully stowed,
Full provisioning incomplete.
I await a manifest item.
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The captain, broadly smiling, beckons the sailor aboard.
Safe passage to the Silver future - VIP status.
(The past is [ultimately] nothin' but the stuff that brought you to Now.
the stuff that made you ready for the journey.
But the fear of Darkness can be Conquered - like *that*)
Memorie's chains are but made of memory themselves.
The lines remain steady until you step safely....
aboard.
This ship is well-lit with sunshine and polished silver -
This is not a Dark Ride.
Perhaps the manifesto is complete.
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