Temperament Vessel

There is a vessel somewhere in the world that is psychically linked to my temperament.  Somewhere remote, somewhere tormented by storms and drought and all the vicious forces of God. And in that space around my vessel a hunched and wrinkled lunatic with spindling limbs presides.  He is wrapped in nothing more than a degrading shawl, and his naked form flicks in and out like the determination in his eyes. Perched on the myriad winding steps, handholds and crumbling ladders, the bony man scuttles about like a spider, but with the barreling gusto of a bull in heat. He waves his arms about his head as an ape does in displays of dominance as he rails upon the shining vessel. marking the hulls with his filth, his blood, the glisten of his life's work. He screeches at the vessel with the cries of a rabbit with a mangled paw. And all about the vessel are the man's charges, his children, his delicate seedlings, tiny valves and nozzles for him to twist and wrench and fiddle. He is in constant motion about the vessel attending these things and attending his torment and attending his blind, unsleeping impulse, never knowing where it leads or what it affects. He sees not what he has become in his tasking, but believes himself a steamboat captain or a space explorer or an adept lover. He swims in a dangerous tank of his own poor head fluid, sloshing about bubbling whims and mashing walls. He smacks his lips like lovely death and considers nothing but the vessel and its unending, its triumph. All murky, all clouds and heavy vapor his world plods on in eternal dusk and the taste is unbearable.

Such is the vessel that holds the temperament.

Haiku of the Day:

Oh, skittering youth

teeming underneath like mice

seeking a shelter

Today's Drawing (inspiring by the word "Organ" from the vagus nerve.)

Today's "365" Project (Make a door where there typically isn't one. Had some fun with this one!)
"Door above door"