35. Unrelated

Watch her sail...
She strides back into memoryscape,
Her charger, way past neuro-electric;
Each step, slow and destructive.

Silence, in the winter of his dreams,
Reminiscing: cold stone floors and wakeful beds,
Amid crackling paper fires in untrod alleys.

Reciting Odes to assorted kitchen machinery,
Ever so temperamental, she;
A throwback to blender and carrot heads.

All hands to deck, as the icebergs thaw,
Thunderstruck piers watch, an ocean in awe.
Majestic, She sails, into another mental storm.