Quote:
Originally Posted by Raven
to a doors album
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When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters,
True sailing is dead.
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned,
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop,
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over.
Yes ,, Jim Morrison saw a painting in a gallery in Spain . The painting was of a wooden ship, grounded on the rocks with the rough seas, breaking it up . The crew was getting the cargo (horses) off the boat and into the sea in hopes some made it to shore. He wrote the above poem in High School ..