TWO MAN BOAT
In the gliding over the ocean, the settling of
the sea, some fast-harvested manhood taking
a legion of chances will best the reluctant other,
yet stuck on land, peering out to the distant deeps.
All that we do not know can be summarized by
movement - the arms of the Alps which will
hold the explorer have no truck with the man
in the suit. I wish to leave here now.
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I am bested and simple, obscure and perverse.
My two man boat, yes, even that is only manned
by me. Do I drift? Then let me, and touch thee
not that other oar - as useless anyway as it is
in these swells. I will bail my own buckets.
in these swells. I will bail my own buckets.
I will puke my own swill.
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