Once upon a time, not so long ago…
I was about the winds of the webs and figured to sail the ships of my words; across vast unknowns, crass buffoons and massed tycoons.
Little had I known…
Do I; ever washed upon the shores of the very course, I’ve set upon with merry oars!
After the waves and ebbs, the words would bank at caves instead.
Until they didn’t- the wasted haste would indeed, in Unsanity; laid to bed.
A year long address; with winds and waves and words to press.
I digress…
Though, confess; I’d rather be blessed with the worst and a chance to forget the rest.
I blend in the beds; like wind in the reeds, skin to the blood, mud and the weeds.
It’s past; agreed…
OH!
At last, I behold the fairest boat.
All of this time, I declare!
A mental note…
Upon the time I wrote.
It has been so.
Not so long ago.
Along with life we go!
The world has read this Fist.
A pearl has yet been missed.
Just add that to the list.
~F(Art)F(ist)
