Stray destinies bid time
In distracted waiting
Like boats tied to bay
The sea of their journeys
Lashes against the peeling paints
Of certainties, of wood, of land
Of boundaries, of control, of walls.
Nothing is written on water with finality
Except voyages unknown and beyond
Boats will write their voyages
And leave no trace
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