A Gift from the Sea ~ Friday, December 19, 2025

Aaron Aardewulf descends into deck-chair
apathy, a cruise on New Year's Eve, no
resolutions, empty, open, choiceless
on a voyage to Erewhon, fair fair
nowhere, going nowhere fast, die uncast

Answer the question, what is there to know
asinine, prick up your ears, donkey, guess
relativity begs inanity
definitive, special and general last
exactly until the half-life of salt
what is unknown, the meaning of language
understanding what is is by default
lessons to learn, measure mistakes and gauge
further probes into our humanity

defiant on the cruise, Aaron, seasick
emetic as a rule, could not have fun
so much gibberish in his head, but why
cause a scene, hide away, let his watch tick
enjoy suffering as never before
never felt so unhappy in the sun
depression is nothing to the blue sky
since yesterday, he stopped drinking water

insisting that in a book of folklore
no one survives motion sickness at sea
tormented by his choice to visit Rome
only if he could drink a cup of tea

descending into a deck chair, the dome
enveloping his vision, his daughter
casual and unaffected, walks past
kindness lacking in her pink makeup bag

concern for her dad, absolute zero
how long did slumped Aaron expect to fast
arrival at the Port of Rome, two days
in the news next to never, old rag
read to death, welcome suffering, hero

artist of the ancient world, Aaron eats
premium saltines that his daughter pays
at the on-board gift shop for a small box
thálatta! thálatta! the sea, the sea
harpy eagle on one shoulder, red fox
yaps in his ear to drink chamomile tea

a deck-chair apathy, Aaron defeats

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