The Death of a Fisherman

[eyvind]

With half a hand in the jar, he took strides superluminal through the rings of his memory.

Betwixt Primus and Leeds, Bautzen and Aamori.

[color=#CC9933]With half a hand in the jar, betrayed cruelly by emotions long derelict, he was.

Clutches of leering love, longing, and loss.

With half a hand in the jar, he thought of poems.

Of beauty and flawless rhyme.

With half a hand in the jar, he felt Old Dusty Hegemon shudder.

He adjusted the rudder.

With half a hand in the jar, he inspected a guage.

The ship was still a cage.

With half a hand in the jar, he thought of prospects.

Precious minerals and ore.

With half a hand in the jar, he missed the starlight that off his specs so often reflects.

In the shadow of the 'roid he dreamt away the bore.

With half a hand in the jar, he dreamt of a time in Kusari.

A movie, some sushi, and something called Katamari.

With half a hand in the jar, he heard a dissapointed 'beyoop.'

The asteroid was nothing but gloop.

With an empty jar left behind, in search of new fields he saught.

Fields of rock and glory.

- Simian Ed Oceansaw
"In memory of an A.D.M.I.N. I might have known."

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[eyvind]

G[color=#CCFFFF]limmer of serenity;
Fair touch of prosperity.



In fields of rock and glory,
--------Profit of decrepitude.
Throughout their lengthy story,
On fate we often brood.



If we all just sat and stared,
----If we stand with anger flared,
--------If our paradigms unfurled,
What would become of this world?



Intrepidly they wander,
On disparity they squander
All but a single idle thought.
----Complacency aids us not.



----The phrases that mean the most,
The result of eating toast.
The result of eating food,
----Is often becoming nude.



----A thud and a good few clanks,
----And a bloop and a bleep,
----The ore is dumped into tanks.
Profit he will surely reap.



If you now take the time to consider,
If you consider the time that you take,
Perhaps the thoughts about which we dither
Perhaps you will hit me with a sturdy rake.

- Simian Ed Oceansaw
"In memory of tact."

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