August 18, 1788    Mon Cher Donatien    I hung in a content silence. Your Japanese ropework held me up, off of the ground. The long lengths of rope culminated above me... all knots out of reach. But plainly visible. So...

Gotta try something different this time I’ve lost the rhythm can’t find the beat Advice is free but it’s a dime per rhyme To seize victory from the jaws of defeat This isn’t a joke don’t have a punchline...