Poem.
In this boat
Drilling by the probability of no
I went knowing always
that I get to shore.
For those who do not drown the sky
even water will not drown.
I have received but two hands
two oars in their hands
and a temptation
I fear not.
I conceived of it then one
stones to investigate
deep water.
End they did have a voice
or
only at the ends can
hear.
Rowing in a single oar
yet
boat forward.
Where to?
Do not ask me! To answer
I have to go down
too early
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