knockoff, weltanschauung!

by SmythStasinaki

When the urgency bubbles up and spills over and the titanic is sinking, what can we do but build our raft from the sea water-soaked floorboards, the brocade curtains for sails, the gilded chandeliers for guide lights, the violin players for sonar navigation, the salt of the waves and the salt of our brows, the water from the heavens, as above, so below. Making our way. Are we making our way?