A Bottled Ship

Michael Tauberg
2 min readMay 29, 2021
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Disaster without a face
All that awaits
At the in-between state
The cliff of seas and questions

If my parents loved me, why do I hate myself ?
What is this loop?
Where is true unity?

You crystal lattice
You vibrating infinity
Where is it? A genuine destiny

I want to see the constraints of your pain
I want to know that it never ends
That it will never make any goddamn sense

Find the swords that severs
the weak ties, their surprising strength
The inner spies
“He ate a cookie. He told a bad joke. He didn’t honor his father properly”
Who is this report for?

Who is this man?
Watching his half-spent life
His endless refusals

And still such an ungrateful prick

Still! After hearing His many hosannas
here, I am here — Life!
Life eternal”. I hear you Lord

  • Sotto voce
    mirrored shadow
    A boy cries

I should fix those floorboards
I should exhume my garden
A man is a waterfall

After all

How does that one song go?
How did that one jingle go?

Did he really enjoy the strawberry?

  • Sotto voce
    Muffled wails
    Spent tissues
    Bottled ships

Take my tongue
Take his face
And still we will meet
You and I on the cliffs of infinity

You and I in the empty space
Where ocean met the purple sky

Still we will sail
You and I
Through the white canvas walls

You and I
Raised and buried
You and I

You and I, finally of some use



Michael Tauberg

Engineer in San Francisco. Interested in words, networks, and human abstractions. Opinions expressed are solely my own.