The Believers. Out there are places that can’t even be imagined. Uncharted wilderness offering untrodden paths, Undisturbed routes beyond unenvisioned borders, Untravelled miles to unbelievable vistas. But, within, there are those who dare to conceit. Who will craft a craft to haul human knowing to extension With blind will, pregnant with bristling desire, To chart,…

Morning Haiku – 51

Time, gentlemen, please… The doors close, stools are upturned And drinking resumes!