I laid down on the golf course sidewalk
and entered a trance by meditating
on Castor and Pollux
who where passing through the zenith
I knew I was under when static
on my crown began to tingle
i saw an ark the color of sunshine and cumulus
two ancient mariners awaiting
with smiles beneath cloudy beards
waiting for me to board as captain
captain of an ark built according
to the blueprint of the heavens
a star ship, to be made of memory
manifesting destiny
a week later i was telling my Dad
about the vision, and while he was cooking
i pulled a mythology book off of the shelf
and looked up Castor and Pollux.
They turned out to be the patron saints
of sailors, assisting them with
favorable winds and safe passage
across the mighty expanse.
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