The middling block; the mediocre talk, A man without a meaning lingers on, Resigned to common click of old ship clock, To metronomic beat of woebegone, The salted swab near doldrum watches on, With wistful gleam of Redding Spring redeem, Horses: they can swim but not for long, That darkened deep for they and he beseem! At last, a playful puff across tell-tail, With bloodshot eye the doubting man did spy, Sweet breath of life and then a full-blown sail, But nigh to sky he called out “Why God, why?” Just then, to port, a dolphin’s skyward climb, A whisper: “‘Tis for thee; ‘tis Love and Time.” - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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Really beautiful Scott. Glad to see you inspired to write more👏🏻👏🏻