The true Pirate
plots no course.
He knows:
the map
is the wind.
Hoist the sails,
let them fill;
the way
unfolds itself.
Wave crash.
Gull cry.
Always alone
at the helm,
an albatross
stitching
the swells
just ahead
to the sky above.
No destination,
only onward,
only further.
-mce
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yes mike. this is the way. this is righteousness. and any assertive females who say im not a pirate can burn in hell.
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