across an angry ocean of emptiness

my little boat floats

enduring sea sickness

and poor navigation

tossed by wind


from many directions

I mute my colors

pulling down my sails and my flag

it was a journey from one land to another

Now, it’s life on the sea


in its protest

learning to love

the salty air



above me

swirling currents beneath me

not needing to dock

in safety

it’s the sea


never there.

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