Perhaps I am naive, missing this ship completely
Sailing against the tide and shore, my feet molding grains of sand
Tell me if you find that island, if they make paper on such isolated grounds
But, if your compass breaks follow gravity above the level of the sea
You will find me seated under the orange moon and clouds
Just follow the dispersed imprints that shall begin at the pointed bow
That is, if the salty foam has not washed them smooth and even with the ocean's floor
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Interesting poem. Mixed impressions: it seems to speak of isolation, but hints that that is not a bad thing, that the person lost is trying to be found, but not too concerned about it.
Mmm. It is interesting to see your take on this. I know the fundamental feelings that I had when I wrote this but perhaps I felt isolated and WANTED not to care. As we all know, however, that wanting infers not having.
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