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Who is the captain of my soul?

woke up with a flurry
my heart barely spoke,
it was the thoughts -a ship on rocky water
mining the tide.

i missed the lucid night sky
residing in dreams,
the stars and feathered streaks of gold
the winding moon of old.

Where were you, Captain? My, Captain!

 

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