columbuschallenge

Been about it sideways really. There ain’t a solid fitting on this entire ship deck. It’s glass or ice. But, it ain’t friendly.

I suppose it’s teaching me the real ruggedness of my name. I wasn’t born in a friendly mood. I guess much hasn’t changed. But, I still think the universe moved different in the days of Isaac, Ishmael, as it did Herman Melville, and does now.

Gravity three layers apart. Stars only taking dips into dark space. Like whales feeding on high noon tropes of oxygen supply.

There be no change about have I committed to a superior moment. That it has failed to come to pass. It is a more sorrowful endeavor than failing. It is having never really tried at all.

Sure there are ramparts of wide open field with dahlias growing dozens wide. But, I can’t compel the Sun to keep going. Surely?