Clear Feeling

There's a clear feeling, two months at sea,
when your body waves with the waves of the deck
as the rigging pulls you like a marionette,
the horizon fades and the clouds all flee.

It's a clear feeling, divorced from the land,
in a world that could never be your world,
as small and helpless as a little girl.
There's no hand, but you reach out your hand.

You are clear in a world without you,
and in a giant blue world, you are blue.

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