my wooden craft
rampages
with the forces of the blue.
Cold,
dark.
I hang on the wooden ledge.
Silver crescents,
aquatic hills.
This unsteady lullaby
made me ill.
Shining silver
blinding light,
deafening
honk-
ing sound.
A big ship.
My craft, an ant.
Shinier,
promises more pleasant.
Another honk-
honk-
ing sound.
Tempting to go,
tempting to join
the steady lullaby
and better life.
No. Never
I will let go.
Ventured into the unknown.
Unsteady lullaby.
I'm sick.
At least I'm on a boat
that I have loved
and I have known.
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