No.14

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Dream to sail the world, yet you remain moored here.

Dry-docked fearful life, when ocean beckons near.

Hate the corporate piracy of ruthless deals,

Rudder unresponsive; your hand at the wheel?

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Mythic monsters lurk, the rising Kraken’s beak;

Even raiders must bend to the wind or break.

You’ve heard the Siren’s call, do you stand or kneel;

Time to shrug away from land and flex your keel.

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No map or compass, the sun and stars will guide;

Your options as endless as the oceans wide

Find the ancient winds, my love, master your ship

Leave sargasso seas behind, give fate the slip.

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No.14

Erik Kaisson, 2017

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