Imaginary Boat
It's cooling
my fevered nape,
this damp collar of my coat;
the ocean
swells in my mind,
my head seems to shrink or bloat;
by neither
water nor gale
I'm cast adrift, set afloat;
dizzied
by the toss and yaw
in my imaginary boat!
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