“Salt” by Scott Sparks

I once went to be thankless
Unaware of the impetus
Tied to the immensity of this vessel
I’ve been purposed with
So I tumbled careless in a deepening heap
Rewriting previous sightings of what I deem complete
What a rude awakening
No longer granted what’s been taken while out to sea
And though I’m still me
My current coordinates provide passage to pleasing panoramas refashioned accordingly
While terrors remain that tend to drain or try to restrain repairs along your voyage
Be prepared in wars you fare
Their triangulations of treasures are bogus
Take notice – keep your cannons fully loaded in storage


—Scott Sparks


About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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