Glancing out starboard windows
into shards of morning glare
reflected with ferocity
from gently rolling swells
Deck plates shudder
engine pistons crash below
in explosions driving us north
by northwest
No sirens or nymphs to lure us
we sail to industrial tunes
composed in boardrooms
far above our quotidian pace!
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