Golden Gleam

A sailor at sea

Searching for something

He wishes he could be

Hoping

Learning

Rowing

And growing

Set at sea

With water

From horizon to sky

With a golden gleam in

His eye

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Ratty

Ratty and marked

These measures are

Progress can be eyed

In the beholder

Of none

Holding up hope

While being torn down

By one

A steam engine rallies

While the iron industry looms

Lake nights

In the second room

Pattern Convulsion

Pattern convulsion

On the seat of my pants

Holding on tight

With the palm of my hands

If I had a wish

I would wish away

All the troubles of the world

Today

Pattern convulsion

Up in the sky

The clouds scattered

Like a bursting star

At midnight

Pattern and prose

All I know

These words

Take me where

I want to go