Algorithmic Alleyways

Lost in an algorithmic alleyway I shuffle papers seeking warmth’s rapport each page a heartless memory gone numb rustling sheets - torn sails - confined to shore catch still the drifting scent of distant seas translate life’s deepest dreams so weeping eyes can taste the salt sting spray of breaking trough lie still amid the silence when it dies Yet still I scribble tales of truths that lie amid the shifting moments of life’s tides a ghost ship lost at edge of sea and sky unsure of what it knows and what it hides. Shipwrecked in tattered sails no longer free condemned - I curse the calling of the sea. John G. Lawless ©4/9/2019