Sometimes though not so often any more
I sail on winds of thoughts past distant shore
Tacking through the bluster hauling close
To use the dimming luster of cliches
To come about and run downwind for days
Stern lines wrapped around my bracing hips
Knee jammed helm a steady push
Against the mains'ls drift
As all the joys of wilder misspent youth
Dance in the tidal racing rips
Mysteries unfold from muses tongues of old
Spellbound and clinging to the upper gunwhale
Leaning further out to feel the ride
They keep me balanced in this running tide
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