Saturday, 2 July 2016

First
there was an initial apparition 
the white sail cutting blue sky.

Next
we are are waiting to be executed.
There is great anguish at the injustice of this.
We look out to sea and wait for the sails to become larger. 
The wind seems to be against them. 

In the meantime there is much paperwork to be completed. The gift of free will must be slotted within an extensive filing system, only after this stamped and duplicated abdication can the propriety of murder proceed.



The first execution fails, throwing the entire process into turmoil. We are able to leave but must travel a long route through poisonous marshland, bitten by insects and sucked at by leaches, until eventually we find the boats pulled up high on a gravel shoreline.

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