I walked away. Yes. For you, for your false attachments, for your dreams of going deeper into the dream, for your hopes of connecting to undercurrent, for your aspiration to sell your soul, for this I crossed the bridge and burned it behind me, cut the rope and set adrift. No oars, no life preservers, just the dingy and damn if sometimes I don't want to jump out and make a desperate swim for the dock.
But the days of fair sailing keep me at it, keep me in it, keep me adjusting the sail to the pressure of the winds, keep me blessing the currents that I battle in my restless, sleepless sleep. Yes. The currents carry me, fuck the motors. I'll have no more of that folly.
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