February 8, 2025 – Rock

This ship rocks me to sleep
As if I’m cradled in some god’s arms
It takes care of me
It keeps me fed
And I can swim
As we skim
Over the deep ocean waters
Oblivious to the swarming life
That passes uncurious beneath
Going where they will
A we go where we will

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