From its frozen parallels to its heat
Zones. My primary job is to steer It,:
I have lived my lift on a Raft of Hope.
Its so Simple to become misguided
And how difficult to concede when true.
I lost my Oar, my Map, and all Supply
Of technique. And the Disaster stood by
Tapping its shoe with Impatience, get on!
Get on! Wait, wait, I can’t go much farther.
on the planks of the deck, there where moistened
memories stay beyond docking and closing,
the journey is complete. Two black birds come
to land like rutters of the Ocean ride.
to land like rutters of the Ocean ride.
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