When fore and aft go on for miles
The ship is an old railroad
Gentle turns and grades
Send one to the slow
Wake of the end of the day
Tides overcome by the action
Of nearer than lunar forces
Willed into being by that which
Appears to be free: legs,
Lungs. Can a forded river
Abridge the dictionary?
It's possible, improbable,
That the good book will
Have a page missing
Without hours of noticing.
So I ask you, where are we
Going? Is the we a royal
Mistake by this peasant?
I'll turn around and go
Back down this long,
Straight road.
Roman Ryan 