Day 379: A Sail

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it was a sail.

wrapped up in a roll
like an aspen leaf horn
before blowing.

where once was a little
grew larger than life
and i watched it
shade everything else.

in the cool of it’s shadow,
in the heat of it’s gaze,
i slept
till reality fell;

it filled my head with
strange honest dreams.
it discovered my grain
where smooth things seemed.

upon waking
i wondered
at all that had past
and could not discern
life’s hull from it’s mast.

but are not both things
of equal import:

that which keeps you in water
and which moves you upon?
and how can one move
when the windblower’s gone?

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