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Cerulean Odyssey One, 17-20

17 the narrow path took a sudden turn I pushed the main sail west where tiny tugs push giant timbers portside down shivering rivers to the end of broken islands and ravens who fall asleep no more stealing noon day’s sun havoc on the steel grey highway I asked where to my friend listen to the voice I pondered every thought I overheard across a midnight madness ocean do not pay till two thousand five among the smouldering fires of rusted vacant castles beached below a popular tide of sentimental sediment a land far away but not forgotten 18 red and white blue brickyard mason masterpiece in gold spires bold and towers clapping to a moon swept melody above tiny dots in tiny places windmill arms are waving watery graves say hello to friend and stranger wandering cloudy motives squandering on orange day parades the ripped off royal banner every man’s soiled linen cover red light sin of the fathers mothers cry for daughters lost my home and land of natives took my childhood away 19 stand up I push some reason speak the voice of knowledge soon wisdom cries in pain for the ears of man are suffering silence drives his soul insane paint the gesture gently or scratch the surface mean secret streams of unknown lovers writing dusty letters in the sands of time worn airborne trials hastily drawn across a window to hide the gossip eyes that stare for want of intelligent care pollute the shallow pools of laughter the trough lies naked bare I am only passing through I beckon reckon hands might hold my voice interrupt the bar code worship tempting endless feast of fools 20 second hand books in second hand stores recycled commentary on ages past dead to weary travelers who need to know what lies ahead on the sweating stars in their bed leave the portholes open winds of doctrine blowing through cleanse the green paved pastures prepare a table in the wilderness spirit river flowing mercy feet that dance in tidal pools harvest endless nights of joy listen carefully to the evening minstrel a song to carry me through before I turn back again to push the main sail east

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