– fable fading now like a frayed,
sunbleached atlas
– unmoored, left to the currents
– gathering headway towards
the edge of the map
– oblivious to the homeport marks
– yet calling at foreign ports
– making time to anchorage elsewhere
– seemingly shoaling a chance course
– – now known never to return – –
– despite its casual erring
– sails always in sight
– hovering the homedock
– – it is time to storm the doldrums – –
– tonight, the locks to the harbour
shall be shut – till the seas sweep away
that fata morgana of a ship –
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