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Setting sail for daylight
To the masthead braced
Think of me sinking
As the champagne bottle breaks
Winds littered with caution
Blow to great fanfare
We're rolling, comes the word
Brake fluid on the stair
Don't wrestle with those devils
Instead play hide and find
Taking turns who'll be obscured
And who will count to nine
Weather vane don't relay
what I'm gathering
Catching waves, a parade
Queen mannequin
Four a.m., I'm the last
man staggering
First to see the sun
Trust fall exercises
Five nights a week
Into her arms, Oblivion
Whisks me off my feet
Then I am a senseless man
Neither head not tail
What's in the way becomes the way
It's off the deep I sail
