Because I walk canoe-shoed
and wear sails in my hair,
I do not fear any length of sea.
And despite what they say,
I have direction.
I face eastern sun glares, breathe western gales,
and stretch my fingertips to each corner of the stratosphere,
carrying the hope of an alchemist and
the glory of a pirate, dirty and golden atop his crows nest basket.
Crumbling waves tickle my underside,
and because we all know that
something greater will always lie beneath,
I'll sprout gills from my neckline
and submerge into the bubbled mystery
of my Self.
Then, once all equations are simplified,
and my dividend is down to one,
I will return to you
with
treasures unfathomed.
Please tell me what you think
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I was going to say that each line of this reminded me more & more of a pirate... & then there it was: "the glory of a pirate, dirty and golden atop his crows nest basket." - Bravo, definitely a favourite of mine
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