Sunday, 14 September 2014
The Ironic Miracle
'Like an ocean that sails along, in itself,with itself with echoes of storm largely unheard I saw a ship that no one saw and I probably didn't see it myself,
but I wanted that ship to exist so much that I forgot the fierce winds,the cloudy skies and though it was a miracle
that that ship actually came into being
but I'd say that
it was an ironic miracle for the moment the winds touched the sails, they tore them apart, the wooden framework was met with an iceberg I didn't believe that the ship was real until the iceburg sank it and the winds soothed it apart.