[I]dedicated to the great Robin Cody[/I]
often mistaken for its more normal brother,
even at first
by its gnarled and scathed beholders,
it is the most glorious and hard-fought of flowers,
springing from the very winter of rock bottom,
peacefully burning away the drab customs
of the cities and their libraries,
of the towns and their madcap sanities...
ransacking the unused house of the lord
seizing at axe-point the fabric of society,
all in an enraged dash to build a ship,
a hopeful ship,
to sail cooly into the fogs of discovery,
having much to gain and nothing to lose,
leaving the known world behind...
rocketing forth off the edge of the world,
not in pursuit of singing mermaids
but with the valorous gait of the unicorns,
suffering no fools sadly or gladly,
but eating them should
they insolently board you...
eating nothing but spirits and the wind,
NEEDING a "land-ho":
this is Vu-Ja-Day!!