Saturday, 29 August 2015




Here it is; my little book of signals, well-worn page upon page of alarm.
We are the captains of sister ships and from ever-constant latitudes
we convey what we've learned.

This flag is blue. Acknowledge.
This one is black. Rest/space.
Here, the colours are mad and confused. Error/attention.
And then there is gorgeous, critical red.

Let's stop encoding the weather, my dear.



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