Meringue boats.

I saw a boat quite recently in alaska 

that remind me of proverbial meringues  

balancing on soda that’s already primed 

printed whilst stirring fizzy drinks may 

result in half baked eggs.

I’m poaching truths found hiding in a 

forfeited hat with nowhere to sail 

and stranded within the tidal times.

as tragectory stalls on it’s limbs so far 

into the survey searching fjord dual cubes