on the starboard side it lies
just opposite the port,
bow line between for reference
but has no jurisdiction,
it holds us down and captured
unable this way or that
can we move to see the sun
or the moon or the stars that we
so often have neglected.
its links are formidable, stronger
than our sacred souls that seem to
have perished in the sea,
an animal spine it can be for some
clever one whose poetic eyes
see another way, another tune...
when all alone we are and left to
mental fabrications of it all,
we sec security or imprisonment
nothing else fits or has the reason of
the rhyme that's been unleashed
upon our vagabond seas this day.
April 19, 2025
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