Again

Stoic as ice water
The gradual retreat
From wilderness reality
To the tongs of testing.
Resting in times
The zeroes and ones
And all inbetweens
Set their universe
Beyond divine
And the channels kept flipping
Their routine way
Made of marmelade and madness
Some quaint phrase hesitated
To offer advice
Knowing it would be ignored
And the floor boards rambled
Talking in tongues the cries submitted
Over where the ocean blows
Saltwater becomes you
Stoic you're made
Contradictions conflict
The gradual retreat
Warm to cold
Waiting for warm again.

Denis Streeter 7/29/11