sublime sails

heard the word, felt a blast
my ship’s pilot had been hailed

ship’s trusty masts held fast
spacetime’s sails popped and wailed

the sheets of the rigid past
ripped as many futures assailed

hopes of sailing wholly dashed
braced against torrential gales

found a pattern freshly sassed
hung a worldsheet on the rails

to the yardarms surely lashed
dreams aloft on hopeful sails

still i hope that they will last
lest winds of quantum foam prevail

let go the lines of the past
onward to tomorrow sail

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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