For men who set sail and steer ships by a star
There is no truer when than now.
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Today is the way of the when’s we’ve made
Or by agreement have allowed.
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Choice is the wheel turned hard or held fast
Upon seas— open perilous seas
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And across the wilds of wide flung lives
At each breath, each breath, each breath . . .
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Very beautiful
That is impressively good! Excellent poem.
You are at another level altogether, love this!