is just out of range.
Each thunderous estimate hits the waves,
vibrating thuds pound through each nerve.
Rushing anticipation fills quick responses,
veins full of anxiety, function on the fumes of exhausted expectations,
to out run,
to out bid,
to out smart,
the great descending grey.
Too busy to breathe,
Answers to this loud inquisition are setting up to prove
the illegitimacy of their own walls of certainty.
never suggested a night
of waves and squalls.
Unceasing in their quest,
unanswered by the answer they want to hear.
Refusing to pull into the safe port long known and visited by ancients,
reason is employed to ignore reason.
Its existence rejected,
recycled as intellectual fodder,
for far superior moderns.
that jarring inconvenience,
is bound and silenced.
The self-evident truth still confronting their understanding is thrown overboard.
The old answer that was once spoken authoritatively before them,
a metaphor for the shattering conclusions
soon to be witnessed from shore.
a slow turn to starboard,
the ship still steams on.