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Beached boat on Brigthon beach

 

dissonance

that disrupted space between my ears

that informs an ever hungry brain

the interpreter of senses

and those impulses

the drivers of my being

Oh captain guide me

but I have said these things

had these thoughts

for ever, forever my pernicious

insecurities

Oh captain let me inhabit

your shoes

let me dissolve into your clothes

your ribbons and your certainty

and plot a course that might stretch

with ports of call

from A to Zee that has a burning arc

and goes eventually to deep pacific blue

unerringly

So. Invite me to sit at your groaning table

with all the other grateful ghosts

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