I am the ship you jumped
Listing badly to starboard.
Carrying too much ballast.
You're life is an endless shoreline now.
A ring of your own footsteps.
So many fish to eat.
And nuts.
I steer true.
Horizons.
You were the ballast.
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Jabberwocky (
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May your horizons always remain straight, true and joyful.
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