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Hues and cries
Over the flying gull
Floating upwind
Towards the mast tower
Never dripping encores
Until the squid-ink has dried out.

Riding the breaker,
Skimming the sea,
Drifting afloat,
Blurred words
In a pint of bitter.
Afraid to go for a dip,
The castaway gets drowned.

Sunk, stranded
Down in the hold,
Crashed by the waves
Over and over again,
Battered by the swell,
Eager for a change of course,
To approach new horizons,
Incorporeal and waveless,
And no more scuttling
Sirens for figureheads.

Take the helm,
Sail high,
Check out the waters,
And come what may!

© La Pensine Mutine. All rights reserved. Reproduction prohibited.

Cover picture: M. Matuszak

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