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To my dear friend in a kingdom by the sea
man / wo-man / Hu-man
male / fe-male
point /counter-point.
Longer, hence more complex.
Relation-ship,
not an ounce of abstraction
in it.
To the contrary,
the stench of Noah's Ark
reaches to high heavens -
a bold assertion of Life.
One multiplied by Two,
never again to be divided.
No helm,
no mutiny,
no jettison.
This ain't no Ship of Fools,
though a fool is s/he
who yearns for terra firma.
United by seasickness
we stand,
the paleness of our faces
ever more familiar.
We pace the planks
aghast, but adherent.
E la nave va
forevermore.
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