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Mar 2020
What good is a sailboat in the r a g i n g ocean?

But            are the waves so violent?
        why

There
is light on the horizon

Yet
the waters
are clearly choppy
and aggressive


Dark
and full of emotion,


        r         i
     f   e   z     e
            n         d


The sailboat sits

                                                           ­                                               Off center

(Un)Earthly
in its

...stillness...

Amongst the rivalsome waters

It is pure white

Un touch ed
and

->unmoving<-

It
doesn’t care
about the state
of the ocean

And,
now that I think
about
it

There.
is no wind,
\either/

The sails are

still


The ocean is simply alive



                                  
And the boat is not floating

       suspended,
It is                    

hardly in   contact   with

the surface



It does not belong to the ocean



And the waters are my rage
This was a random, almost nonsensical poem, which I initially deemed to be about my attempt to remain pristine and guided amongst the tumult of my emoceans. Now it is an abstract piece of art, and prides itself on meaninglessness.
Dan Hess
Written by
Dan Hess  27/M/MO
(27/M/MO)   
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