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Lost In The Horse Latitudes
by Dan KastenI wake up this morning to the science
that all I know to be correct is, in fact, wrong
at some point reality as I know it has been
calibrated beyond any instrument of measure I own
control that I never knew I had is gone
compassion that ran in abundance bleeds from my hands
cut in an effort to take hold of a ship that appears to be listing
that appears to need help in righting itself
and as I study the horizon and hope for a favorable trade wind
I craft an instrument that will finally measure my position. 03/26/2007 Posted on 06/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Dan Kasten
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| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 06/26/07 at 02:41 AM A bilge pump could be helpful as well (chuckle) -I think I've found myself adrift in your ocean on a few occasions myself..thankfully I soon found the gulls to lead me back to land. With your newly crafted intrument you should be back in port in no time - Well done, Dan - RCat |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 06/26/07 at 04:06 AM I like this, good read with lots to chew on. Funny how thoughts coincide. I'll post my version for you just for fun. Thanks. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 06/26/07 at 03:45 PM love the first stanza! just love it. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/27/07 at 07:10 AM There's somewhere in us that that has to come from. Be it the gut, the heart, the soul...because the things we cannot solve, we must survive. Thanks.
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| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 06/28/07 at 01:53 PM Excellent expression, thoroughly capturing the mood--with metaphor and language toned and exacting as the insight. I learned what the title meant by looking it up. Perfect, and delicately placed apt summation. |
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