A boat

“Taiga”
Jan 31, 2021

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A boat was built

Cloaked in death

To cradle life

In the stream of time

Always at anchor

In the now

Though plank by plank

Replaced

Its captain conscious

Of constant change

Pulling time

Toward her pulsing craft

Its passenger

Worrying its oars

Imagining its sails

Voyaging

Beyond

Its moorage

Unlisted

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“Taiga”

Why do I write? Perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of my madness. - E. Wiesel