A beautiful biomechanical of the (ship of yestermorrow Is the grave of nexturday The captain spoke But lied before the mast furled out Once under a time And with its crushing weight, Breaks the crashing waves As light turns into days Our captain's mind turns yet to haze With the ship's great path uncertain The remnants to be ascertained Falling from the crow's nest, why, Unfound, we are drowned in sky Choking as it fills our lungs The breath of yestermorrow beckons Gasp and drown and crash and lessen :1.3), by (Roberto da Matta and Daniel Merriam:0.8), (Baroque and dutch golden age:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting