I am the captain, I am the ship,
And I have navigated a desiccated sea.
For the torch of hope has lost its grip
And the crew, and the wind, have abandoned me.
Oh listless now are my tattered sails and gone are the gales,
that once carried the shallow fury of my irreverent and flawed sight.
for little remains of life’s minuscule gains, and my vision slowly fails.
So loosen the chain, that has anchored me to this eternal night.
For I am the Captain, and I am the ship,
And beneath this soulless horizon, I beg to slip.
For my hold has taken on more than it can possibly bare,
And soon, oh so soon, this ship, and this Captain, will vanish…
Simply vanish beneath a waterless sea… and evaporate into thin air.
So gone is the Captain, and gone is the ship
For they have taken a dwelling outside the realm,
of this dimensionally bound world….
I was the Captain, and I was the ship.
J. Allen Wilson © 2004