here: at the chub lip
of consequence -
brimming on the tongue,
an uttered plosive from
butjust & stedded.
so: parceled in our shipping
our mercantile waverings
portend a vasseling
to endless swayings of
all tidings~
hence: wet a finger
to the wind & raise
your white sails!
for guided by stars,
a far off port
is just a door
a(ny)way.
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