a tall tall ship and a star to sail her by
what else do people what? need?
to get out of life?
to leave behind?
vision of a coffin in the cool windy shadow of rain
covered in flowers
surrounded by family
how much to give
sometimes hoping to receive
getting too little
at least to be satisfied
trying to be true and kind
also to myself
bluffing the listener
twisting the sense
how to rearrange the molecules
fool memory
plainly see not what is there
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