Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Rogue wave.
….SEND ME YOU TABACCY, send me your Molasses, Copra, or Slaves! Send me your Westerlies, your trade winds to GOLD, send me ALL... Once I was bespoke under God-s heaven to my shame and that I have lived now, yet before, the morrow, yet I shall live again! Send me your tempests, be stilled CALM, my voyage with hallucinations of Angels, I-ll for stand and devils that RE-wind the Sin of Man and makes his marrow bold. A Voyage! To Sea! THAR SHE BLOWS! Kill the itinerant, the SUM of US, the MAMMAL. Make him dead, a mould, putrefied in furnace, boiled to a deadly nightshade, an OIL to burn that scarlet -sea horizon, that on-shore-Shepherd-s delights the red sky a morning, all sailors take warning.
Send me your Tabaccy, me boys. And yet we plough Time-s dimensions, an oceanic curvature, the spray of the sea, rinsing our disdain and all we-re meant to Be, or in Being, to conceive, ergo... So hoist away me-boys! There-s Rum and Lassies for all, a Portobello, beyond the horizon! Broil the knave or a rogue wave that shakes our course from our wicked destiny. Who are WE to justify!
c2019, davedelacroix, tragoll house, truro, U.K.
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