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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