02-21-2021, 12:35 AM
The Watchman Spied the Ivory Mast From the Cartoon Deck
With Wet Figures Rising from the Creosote Timbers
And the Hot Jupiter Light Hitting the Runway Quicker than Expected
He Knew the Admiral Would Be Calling on All Hands
To Raise All Masts Full and Set Sail to the Centaurs
With No Small Trace of Bitter Air
He Breathed
Half Contented,
Yet Largely Despairing
His Heretofore Clock Would Be Ineffective With the New Hours
Relative
to All Kinds of Forces and Masts
Unknown and Unregistered
By His Ancient Theory of Time
With Wet Figures Rising from the Creosote Timbers
And the Hot Jupiter Light Hitting the Runway Quicker than Expected
He Knew the Admiral Would Be Calling on All Hands
To Raise All Masts Full and Set Sail to the Centaurs
With No Small Trace of Bitter Air
He Breathed
Half Contented,
Yet Largely Despairing
His Heretofore Clock Would Be Ineffective With the New Hours
Relative
to All Kinds of Forces and Masts
Unknown and Unregistered
By His Ancient Theory of Time
plutocratic polyphonous pandering


