you sail
the ocean sings you wild nothings,
sky scraping towers and glistening domes disappear, swallowed by the sunset, you feel complete
spiritual catharsis, the nautical dream,
the mire of clownworld muddies your mind no longer
a life free from petty mediocrities, and all the ills flesh is heir to
you imagine the insects sitting in their cubes, sausage fingered blobs, slamming away at their mechanical tippy tappers, arguing in digital rectangles about their favourite fast food corporation
all the while,
you soar

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beyond the bay, a bigger, better boat bides 🅱

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bigger boat

PICKED UP BY PIRATES, PUNY LIKE PREY
THE SEA NOW YOUR CEMETERY
A GALLEON YOUR GRAVE