Cursive Tall Tales Telltales
now and again youll remember the sound of the sails waving helpless the cables wrapping one another into knots so strong youre lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath a substance so dark yet elementary while bilge collects spirals round in useless motions mocking everything four winds converge upon a point where your compass your cupped hands attempt to shovel out the last few inches hold on sailor, hold on brother and you plead with the gods but they send you no sign steady the vessel tall tales of ghosts at sail in futile calculation, dead reckoning they spend the afterlife hold on sailor, tighten the cables the winds will spiral round a listless tapestry telltales confuse the sails, direction is lost and youre left all alone under the shine of the moon steady the vessel hold on, hold on its a good life if you dont weaken
