Boxed and Tagged

““Set, sail, sunk”.”

— One Jolly Sailor

If not set in stones

Nothing is set in the stars

But a distant light, and us

Heavy as feather is

A promise well weaved

Kept intact this far, thus far

Crimson silk strings

Suspension of a galley

World class expo of glass

All pretty things is made of glass

All pretty people is made of CO4

As if they were sleepwalking on air

Take up this sword

For it is not for us

It’s that we’re build for

09.2020.

By Aran Meredith