Good day, fellow travellers! Are we there yet? Spoiler, we are never to arrive. Nothing sinister, merely that often the journey IS the destination. And if we did make it, looking only back with nothing now ahead, what joy may be found there? There is a fictional tavern called, “The All but One”, in a book I read long ago. It was based upon the saying, “may all your dreams, save one, come true”. What, after all, is worse than achieving every possible ambition? Many things admittedly, but the concept is still an interesting one.
Just a quick one today as I seem irredeemably under the weather these months. Thank you so very much for visiting and please enjoy!
“Metronome/ Duali-team”, June 27, 2022.
We are the tide
Rising and falling
Similarly whimsical
Though far less predictably
A roiling tempest
And placid lagoon
Boisterously infused
Confined within our one
Arbitrary lunar designs
Or planetary alignments
Hold far less significance
Yet offer keyhole perspective
To some part of a part
While inescapably whole
These microns of infinity
Resisting cosmic acquiescence
And so the great song patiently waits
As our simple tune plays out.
Thank you again, my friends, that’s all I can muster today. Already swinging back towards feeling like garbage. Metronome after all. Like a bad mushroom trip that never ends and offers no high. Waves, you say? I wrote this poem a ways back but it could indeed be interpreted in numerous ways. I guess they always can.
As unfortunate as I feel I wish you all the precise opposite! All the love I can muster, the strength that might be harnessed and the universe’s joy, all to you.
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales,
Alex Blaikie
Dread Poets Sobriety 
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