i captain,
in the moonlight,
a sea-worn freighter-
slide it up the bay-
the dreaming vessel softly
parting silvery silk waters
with its satin-shin stem,
prow pointed toward the
four winds of the universe.
there it glides
in broad moonlight,
nocturnal hulk faintly throbbing,
incomprehensibly trembling,
chuffing,
gently churning.
the buried waterscrew onward thrusting,
heading out to sea,
eternity-
stars of the mad mate's sexton,
rosy galaxy-
cleaving the stirring surf-
lustrous, opium night.
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