Where are they going?
These revelers floating on rectangles.
These escapees from the jaded shore.
These jolly mariners going to where
they have already never been
with people they have always never known.
Cruising back and forth.
Back and forth.
The weaver party fabricates the cloth of life
on the rippled loom of the lake,
the shuttle passing back and forth
through the warp of the world
on the weft of the time.
Cruising back and forth.
Back and forth.
Hardly a wake. Hardly awake.
The slow obliteration of joy by fun.
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On a weaving loom, the warp is formed by the stationary vertical threads and the weft is formed
by the horizontal threads passed through the warp back and forth. to form the cloth.