He’d been all over the map
in the last few months; been up
all night some nights, traveling
like a ragged sailor, unable or
unwilling to furl his tattered sails
against the night’s wind, blown out
to the limits of one strange horizon
after another. And today was just
beginning; just another day to be
sailed through, another long night
to be tolerated, outlasted, endured
until there was nothing left but just
another morning.


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