Stop the Spin

The ark sailed on

into the dark,

laden with Earthly

treasures,

but lacking in

those Earthly

pleasures.

The Cosmic Sail

billowed, harkened

to the wind’s gusty

measures,

like an Eagle,

feathered.

And Sail we did,

to Fail again,

anchor cast, stop the

spin, wait

for clear, better

weather.


© CGT, 2017.

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