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The Old Captain

Night and day 
night and day now eating his bread and slops
a quiet demented dreaming dreams of sea and soft skies

But how big the seas of thought
still do run still in captain sleep
a mediterranean of ships 
a cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears

Over what blue whaled waves does he sail
in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes 
he can still see the ocean from his bed 

Lying he there now till the sky goes out and the sea stops

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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