AND NOW THIS
NEW OVERTURE BECKONS
We set out for the open sea,
in a leaky, shitty craft. The
journey was 70 years long,
so they said, and we steered
wherever we were headed.
Winds blew fierce or sometimes
not at all. We took refuge in a
million shoals and narrows;
illusory, not really there,
and - always - gone
before tomorrow
arrived.
NEW OVERTURE BECKONS
We set out for the open sea,
in a leaky, shitty craft. The
journey was 70 years long,
so they said, and we steered
wherever we were headed.
Winds blew fierce or sometimes
not at all. We took refuge in a
million shoals and narrows;
illusory, not really there,
and - always - gone
before tomorrow
arrived.
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