I prefer the joking
of scott
knocking out a few words
to amuse and confuse
stilllll.... I want to respect this crippled creature
and I don't respect the selfish giving in to my petty
qualms in the face of the every day heroics of the big city
dream of a boat ride to the pure white artic
finding Pym's body in the melting ice
learning Poe didn't make up a thing
that he had dreamed hard enough to create
somewhere in my copious seafaring journals I would write:
I live me
not your dream of me
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