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
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