in sailing through the ocean of moments....
the body of memories we call
life's pasts,
the ship's voyage found smooth
sailing and rough waters alike
away from familiar terms
did this vessel flow
into foreign seas,
unknown and afar
passing islands made
of stark desires
all the time in search
of one consisting of
sweet, sweet alleviation
this vessel will never
take on the liquid that
encompasses and alienates it
for it does not understand,
cannot comprehend
the mixture of moisture
with a mineral
which parches the soul
this oxymoronic journey
has forever been
the dream of a man
dressed in a straight jacket
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