The Shipwrecked Alchemist

Trudge onwards young worker of words Send those sentences overseas Phrases to places scattered beyond worlds Far beyond your reach Beseech this untidy speech Try to refine unkept pages and pages of murky inkblots we clumsily call words Just another attempt to impress myself again Just let it go accept what world has made you Scroll bottled and cast out Doomed to float on without Its note read and left for dead Sun streaks stained the sole shirt I had left Too bad there’s all this water around Notebook of sorts in an ethereal jar Silicon in material, har! Maybe I’ve lost my marbles Maybe I can break em and reshape em