There is an island, in the warmish seas, where an odd woman, will tell you strange things.
Her hair is seaweed, her skin is salt teal, her eyes are bright green,when she talks she sings.
A mermaid you think, and you would be wrong, no fishy bottom, no death to her song.
It will take you time, through fishes and prawns, to find her island, for most its too long.
Her beauty stuns you, she is as you see, mischievously, a gracefully seer,
She's a Salt Goblin, she comes from the sea, they have no ego, therefore are freer.
It took me two lives, and several good boats, swam under water, I breathed through my throat.
I had a question, no answer about, “My name is Liam”, over waves I shout.
“I know who you are, I know your question, is there free will or, predestination
Why does it matter, such an obsession, Ill take off my dress, quick indiscretion?
My people live free, we live without fares, we live in the sea, control is despair.
Your fate is random, and your choices air, with no memory, events do not care.
Deep inside the mouth, in a beast of old, Probability, is it's name I'm told.
There's a tiny gland, vestigial cold, once was memory, now nothing left told.
Its where the idea, of God and Freewill, can live together, next to salty krill.
Determinist teeth, cage a random thrill, it might be contained, but is it freewill?”
The island and her, slip into the sea, “What are chances, for freedom for me?”
A wave picked me up, at ninety degrees, I don't have a choice but surf with my knees.
The beast breached high, I left it too long, to hear the rest, her Sea Goblin's song.
As I hit the beach , upon me it dawned, Liam is will, I've been free all a long.
Liam by Captain Dolphineas Poppy May 13 2020