getting there

We're Getting There

6-27-21

As flung in Javan seas 

What in old times in rusts daringly abominable 

As we have the nightmare for dismal fallow candles  

And a want to be a blessing this evening

Like the nightmare to a read in captivity 

If I could help it

As all and walk tall o, where is our harpooner 

Where faith is an island of harpooners for scalding tea 

For you and me 

For angst back into our barroom 

'em rare adjoining to with a jack knife soon time for supper 

Nigh and tall yet elbowed off the care of a glance 

Chewing the dusky envy 

Be that how it may....