Anchor art, be thy the picture of freedom.
Oh, anachronisms, your harshness leads me
to the judgment of your light. Take me to
the verdict, I will take my ten minutes
to say what I wish I could have said
in the group, in the light of human
companionship, on that beautiful,
and I do dare say, mythical, barge.
Thought is a river and we are its
tributaries, playing our taps and
our lowered caps out of something
like respect, at least until we drown
in the over-anxious mind of another
trying swimmer.
Roman Ryan 