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I believe we may have a: I believe we may have a business opportunity.

I don't know how to thank: I don't know how to thank you.

This is a powerful and deeply: This is a powerful and deeply devotional piece. It reads like a prayer set to music, and being as you connected it to the spirit of John Tavener’s sacred works; his compositions often stretch toward the eternal, layering repetition, invocation, and silence into something transcendent.

We get what we can while we: We get what we can while we can!

  What a wild, salt-soaked:   What a wild, salt-soaked fever-dream you’ve conjured!   It feels like the sea itself spat out a drunken troupe of pirates, all swagger and spit, dragging you into their grotesque carnival of moldy crumbs, fat rats, and whiskey showers. Captain Clowry storms through the tale like a half-mad bard— equal parts menace, satire, and slapstick—while you, the unwilling witness, are folded into his delirious theatre of hunger, hubris, and hilarity. There’s a strange beauty in the grotesque here: rats fat as kings, skeletons bending like dancers, and a pirate who can’t decide if he’s a menace, a model, or a myth. The whole thing teeters between nightmare and satire, Dostoyevsky and slapstick, as if the ocean itself were laughing at the absurdity of human hunger and hubris. And yet, through all the grime and gurgled rum, there’s a spark of playfulness—like the refrain of his song:  Oh, the things, the things / Yes, these be the things!  It’s chaotic, it’s grimy, it’s hilarious—and it feels like the kind of story that would leave you both seasick and grinning.      

Visit my prose please.: Visit my prose please.

Possibly the most thought: Possibly the most thought provoking poem I ever seen online, so far as I can remember, or in my current state of mind; regardless, wishing I could provide a better, ample analyses. I am no science professor.