Call me Ishmael – I took to the sea
and I followed it accordingly
in tides and in waves, by night and by day
I stood and I saw a whole country
in my ocean

So what was missing in the middle
might not have come just yet
but I have space and I can build it
in time

From flat landscape and an empty head
it’s a wonder I survived at all
but here with piers and pebbles and
a city to watch me after all

I can live.

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