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I sailed



When habit and predictability withdrew from me
Prejudice failed
An unseen bug had bit my veins
Remorse yet awaited
Did not arrive
I drank whatever was poured 
I sailed and never went back

When habit and predictability withdrew from me
Prejudice failed the patrons
Ate color and drank the sky
I failed and failed and failed again
Fear yet awaited did not arrive
Time had bitten like an unseen bug
I sailed and sailed forever

17 July 2017

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