There it rides on a sea of souls
A ship of stone above the shoals
Carrying dark and lurid dreams
So clear, yet never what they seem
Swells bisected by a heavy prow
While fantasies flit across the bows
All on board have roles to play
To tell the story each in their way
But the living sea carries all
Seeking a release, enthralled
The tillerman's words plot the course
His mind as the infinite source
Paints pictures on our minds' sky
Brave new ideas redefined
He sets out to seek the exotic
Sometimes brutal, often erotic
The stoker keeps the driving beat
Controls the tides that stamp our feet
His job is to keep contained
Emotions timed by his refrain
The sea will surge as he dictates
Hard rhythms you can't escape
The rest of the crew have tasks as well
Swinging on tunes from heaven and hell
They dance together in perfect time
Yet hold their own and keep their line
They each have their dues to pay
But never go off-course or stray
All on board have roles to play
To tell the story each in their way
But the living sea carries all
Seeking a release, enthralled
There it rides on a sea of souls
A boat of stone above the shoals
Carrying dark and lurid dreams
All clear, yet never what they seem
Swells bisected by a heavy prow
While fantasies flit across the bows
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