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Friday, 14 March 2014
I AM THE CAPTAIN
i feel a flow now the flow of myth the flow often spoken about in college canteens and late night high philosophy jags everyone bright eyed with possibility while i looked at the carpet and the floor not feeling the waters direction at all wilfully stagnant in my own black pool now i step aboard the small boat and call to the captain but theres no captain there - i am the captain !
i sit back all calm and quiet eyed and let the rudder eddy its overdue path down stream
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