untethered and drifting
in the drying of the sea-salt sun,
turning brown and going
who knows where
or maybe standing still.
for the wind has run away;
have i moved a meter or a mile
my swollen tongue cannot say
but fear and fearlessness take turns
playing hide-and-seek in my brain
and i am a passenger deep within
as reality falls away
like an un-keeled boat

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