Liam Doran

August 2, 1982 - San Diego
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sail raised

Uncertain... I'm aboard the boat... my sail up.

I'm brightened by the fleeting gusts of wind
that leave quicker than they came.

Moving me about a painstakingly uneventful broad circle periodically
nudged by resolute bodies of ice.

Confused. I feel that Tommy understands.

I would prefer to move. I'm apprehensive.

These brief manifestations of minute movement
have me questioning so much.

Is there something here for me?

Some matter I must master... mandatory for the imminent path ahead...
lest my sails be filled?

I will wait.
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