Information withheld so much
more than the banality behind it,
a tight ship should be just that,
it glides across the horizon,
over the course of a day,
you don't see the waters
churning beneath,
or feel the salt take years off your life,
or grip the rail as you feel your
way back to your bunk.
Which side will a wave slap next,
and the view from the cafeteria,
moderate or good,
occasionally poor?
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