How I wish to roam,
Amidst the skeletal ribs of ships,
Past the decimal point,
Along the pebble shore.
Freedom from mundane shackles,
The longed for emancipation of man,
Is elusive as the breeze,
Whilst laying in a deathly still,
Becalmed upon the sea.
Sunday, 18 November 2007
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