current thoughts from long ago

the papers are all over the floor again…well, why not
gravity speaks to the everlasting weight of things
a shout at once, the whispers in time
but all that once is will be was
and there is no fortress free from the ages
as for me i cannot deny the call of the taming
and i cannot tame the denying of the call
for it is the wind so free that fills the sails
but the discipline of the cloth that pulls the mast
yet perhaps it is not so
it could simply be that i am the ship
and all of my tacking about is
but a searching
for the breath of God
to fill my sails
and push my hull
to the new world