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VOYAGE




In the fatal abiding waters,
Talking with the wind,
Dancing with the tide,
I sail on a scenic half-sunken dinghy.

I saw no land.
I saw no ship.
With the sturdy fog around me,
I could hear the clash of the clouds

As I moved on, in chaos,
The wind took my hand.
And when I glanced into the foggy water,
I saw a squirming fish.

Stomping the water with its tail,
Upside down, with half open eyes,
Suffocating at the top of the ocean,
Still wanting to live.

" Hey you drowsy little fish,
  Welcome to my garden ",
I could hear the voice of Death.
But, " Not yet ", says the fish.

Timorous, still vigorous,
He twirled over to set his course.
To sustain himself, to get along.
And then he ascended to perpetuity.

This sight boiled my blood,
And strengthened my nerves.
I was ready to destruct obstacles
And to outrun my fate.

Once I saw nothing.
Now I see hope.
And like that triumphant friend of mine,
I hope when there is no scope for hope.
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