I wouldn't sail this ship if I were you
Falling sycamore seeds, snails rocking out on record turntables, recently-stirred tea, those who have been enchanted to dance until the end of time, whirlpools, drunk frames of reference, people who have really not solved the maze but don’t want to look silly by asking for directions, skaters, crashing aircraft, water going down a plughole, bits of ears, the curves of new green ferns, doomed civilzations, the potter’s wheel, DNA, those staircases you can see through the hatch in the locked door into the tower and the ivy that grows up the tower and in some lights the smoke that rises from it, triskelions, nebulae, the eyes of cartoon characters who have been hypnotised, giddy children, abandoned space stations that are orbiting a dying star, labyrinths, the unsettled patrols of predatory birds.
