12,272. AT SEA, OFF COAST

AT SEA, OFF COAST

What the landlubbers say is all

wrong. The world is neither flat

nor round. Misnomers abound.

Everything clings to the surface,

for one thing, and  -  depending

on where you are  -  that surface

makes the definition. Seaweed clings

to barnacles, and things adhere where

they may. So why is it that we so

demand these explanations. Is such

logic flat or round? I ask.

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Were I back at home, in some

smutty cafe drinking coffee and rum,

I'd have a lot to say : As it is, out

here, a'sea, and lots before me, I

only realize the world is made of

time and open space. Isn't that so

odd, how every other trace of form

or function disappears with the

riding of the foam-dark waves?

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I cannot speak for others, well, yes

I can but I will not speak for others.

My time, instead, expands, like this

ocean always opening outward. And,

by that, perhaps then, the world is

maybe inward? Or outward? How

would that play in your debatings?
One way out, and one way in.