It Wasn’t Quite Four Hundred Lights But Still A Sight To Remember. Remember?

 

Tuesday is garbage day, Wednesday is...

 

About three hundred brights ago a dream spilled from me growing

It splished and splashed while I, still high on deck

Unfurled the sails and when my back was turned it over-boarded knowing

Soon all that remained was serious praying for the smashed now to become meshed.

 

About two hundred brights ago the dream tore from me caught legs

Gusting, blowing, why so often howling?

On a course more zigged than zagged.

That dream had me run ragged.

 

One hundred brights ago the dream smelled like truth itself

And illuminated that as a spectator

I could really change my view.

And to pass this on to you.

Which, when the time

is right,  I do.

 

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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