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On the surface floating, on my way to where I’ve always been
If tracks could be found, my weakly lopping wake would show
A trail of meandering spirals and crooked circles
Forming a maze, swirling like a whirlpool with nowhere to go

Out I drift, waiting for white-tipped wave to bring me ashore
Dashed upon crag of jagged rock, or set down on soft bed of sand
Before some serpent tailed siren, come to finally break my will
The last patch in my hull turned sieve, torn away; and I sink entranced

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