An anvil anchors me to the coral.
Dense iron hunches my spine.
The horizon glares at me condescendingly,
With the sun awaking from its slumber.
It is cheeky sight to behold,
For it is a vision of all of I have yet to,
See,
Smell,
Hear,
Taste,
And Feel.
My heart thumps in stutters,
As adrenaline courses through my veins,
Hoisting the sail up the creaky oak mast.
The waters are seething with sodium,
Eroding the chains the shackle me to the dirt.
Giving me second chance to set course.
The waves bellow in shimmering crests and troughs.
Surely the work of the moon no less.
Fresh air fills my lungs,
As my creaky ship disappears over the horizon.
Embarking on a story of legend,
I'll be sure to leave a map,
Where X marks my happy place.
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THE IMPROMPTU MANIFEST.
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