I triangulate the oars of now


I triangulate the oars of now, with
Mask of fate; you speak now, I go

That way, the oars of now will roar.
The fate of brothers, sisters, crowd

Me out with fear, with dust, with
The crab of hate; mites of reveries

And peals of joy, where to? I ask
My friend, your feet, my eyes speak.

6 comments on “I triangulate the oars of now

  1. thotpurge says:

    The oars of now are always rowing towards an unknown future, aren’t they?

  2. mrsorenson says:

    I am entranced (triangulated) by the specificity of your vagueness in this poem. merci.

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