I have nothing to say...
how to present before
a captive audience
very eager to hear
earnest dealings at sea...
no point to make, to point
out the right direction,
to point at the night sky,
hovering in circles,
in slow motion, a map
no more obscures the route
given, swirls the gyre...
to speak of our voyage
opens an inquiry...
saffron robe and shaved head,
a vested appearance,
yes, this man means business...
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