Cerulean Odyssey One, 5-8

5 morning soon with cobalt sunrise scarlet banners in the sea pockets of fog hang in the balance weights and counterweights prepare to launch another day of searching shark infested mine fields await truth contested answers sadly alone on the road to jericho few to hold my blistered hands in the company of angels wishing litanies of theosophical litigation play the fine art of heaven’s delay fire and brimstone lovers leap no will to climb the canyon steep I am Cerulean the long distance voyager 6 ready for the fight laden beast of burden light guide me through the slippery night from this no man island home oasis of bipolar green fed by desert venom stream on highwires of opinion leaving arts creative kin drybed intelligence has been known to catch the ferry late artificial armour of resolve soft underbelly convictions dissolve 7 wasted wormwood weldwood years accusing fingers of suspicion lawless hands admission grow-op shameless exhibition cold the beaches brickyard stare as forest giants dare to cut the timber weeping urban fight with rural weapons packed in peace at last redeem her noble past overload a memory with compassion for the children of her dreams acres of wishful thinking never end it seems I leave to catch the seven twenty up the river diesel steams my soul the pen of a ready writer on a moon of full beams 8 I search and rescue run concrete shoes my nemesis rhythms of a broken highway through crowded forest streets in an age of deliverance cloudscapes beckon warily longships on sky lakes to escape the winding shores sunrise sunsets pardon crimes of passion thinking touch alone my arrowsmith robed in virgin white restless fog and pale visions light the valley of tears