Never be a fool, never jest with the serious
things of life, those that make people
wounded to the marrow, beyond
the skills of the soul's barber surgeons
to mend. In the spray and foam
of life's evaporating things play,
be a fool, be a jester if you must,
go and try ride the great wave
and fail and let it hit, push
you in the deep blue depths;
it matters not, if you play the fool -
but never, ever play with things
that won't be mended when your
attention slips from the treasures
of the isle you had sought, and raising
anchor your wandering gaze sees
a shimmering shape in the main,
and hears the cries of seabirds
wheeling offshore by some unfortunate
island whose cruel fate would be
discovered and pillaged by you;
you the sailor, the discoverer
turned buccaneer on the crowded
seas where the eight billion damned
circumnavigate this existence.
Never, ever break the things
the soul's sawbones can't fix.
22.04.2025
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