The Grand Pursuit
And in some mesmerized way
I AM ABOVE THE OVERPASS
I CAN SENSE THE DRIFT OF SILENCE
I FLOUNDER AND FLAP
WITH PASSION AND WONDER;
AN ERRATIC DISPLAY OF DISCIPLINE.
WHilst I contine to steer the ship,
Indolently,
Slapping hands away.
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