Sailing The World's Edge
- jameslegare
- Jun 15
- 2 min read
Wind In Your Sails
Wind, your sails, worlds away - Sail the world's - Edge to stay. - Save the course, trip’s the light, - The sky, with stars. Guide the night.
Stars tonight, No trip NOR flight. Swell the seas, the world’s at ease. - Sail the world, Whorl's the tease.
Current's Cool * Quibble Not. The Fools to Rest. Be Not the Fool. And that’s the test.
The Course. You'll Stay, “Be Not, But Ship of State, the stuff of business must be. Given its due, the price is paid. For that, and all, we sail what’s TRUE.” Say all aboard.
And yet, and yet; the stars shine forth, their gaze of steel, for they speak this way: “the Way, you say.” AND “The way we know, journey fortnight, the test: TONIGHT. Tonight, on your mettle to tell.” - Then silent fall, know they still, harrow the till.
“And yet!”, - say you: “The sea a slate, long, blank by day, in dark.” - upon your journey in the morrow, you add, “It's night. the Knight upon his pleasant steed.” - “Spared us are the four horses of death!”
All the edge, whorls away. - About the stars, land and sea, above it all in brilliant knowledge in a phrase quite dark. From ocean's floor, the circular ruse. - “Stay the course! Fool not be!”
To tie. About the knot. Then, work the sails right ‘round and tight.
“It's but ALL. And, ALL about.” - the stars would guide a vessel small upon its danger if they only willed it.
Fall to stars, upon your knee, and to stars, we are to be.
*** *** Leviathan's tentacles envelope its domain. Silken texture rises above the dark coil. The crew, to throw barrels, their muscles might, the roil, to light the ship, steady State. - To lessen the load. Bare the vessel and strike.
Then, work the ropes, the sails, for the hours until the sun warms, waves again, ‘till the morrow be the case. - gyre in the distance comes. The waves torture, the timbers complain their mighty loss.
And toss. The slick furry of the giant squid does naught.
Treasure is our cargo. The sweat leaves the brow at the sun’s ascent, its bright warming, and assess the worst to see the best. And now The Beast far from the bow, far and away, fortnight to be.
Trip or Flight, James Legare 6-15-2025
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