Inside the person
lives a person who
refuses to help the
person whose source
has been its pride.
To skip, to lift
the flesh struggles
the nose whistles
the mind frets
the eternal scope
My plowed head
watches the captain
on the bridge,
standing still,
coming for me.
i don’t know what to say except i like and appreciate this.
the title is a great accompaniment.
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