You Are My Latest Adventure

Among the nigh countries I have traveled,

I have never found such a mind as yours

Curved in loops, yet drawn with rulers

The concoction I have drunk of you some call madness

But, then,

A madness, which, either by mistake or miracle,

I was cast aboard your sand-ship, and set to it’s steer

If, when,

Night falls and oceans grow rough,

And I am beset to walk my own plank

Let it be remembered, at least...

That our desert is only the remnants of what was once a great ocean