
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