This could all disappear
and if you ask / why you’re here
why you left, why it matters
please – go to see the sea
see a man about a boat,
see a captain about a harpoon
and chase a whale

Money matters, a dead weight
above my head from the cradle
old reliable, old destructible
and yet – I am not dead
perhaps the waves and the whale
matter more than the money

Trust the books I want to read
trust in the monster I’m chasing
and the demons I’ve yet to kill
have faith, give time
do not leave me alone
with a sad sailboat


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