of currents and tide
       of which I know nothing

and knowing that
       am condemned in their eyes

eyes which look to where
the sky ends and the sea ends

where their business with the day is
       as mine is also

but how can I convince them

"take me with you" I call
       but get no reply

why should they listen
to one who does not know the music

why should they care
       for my concerns

why should they respond
       to a kingly pauper

why should they respond at all

and still the dream of the shell
       is the pearl

still the music controled
       the tides

so I sat by the pier
       defeated and acknowledging

that this was one day
       I would not have the fruit of

Though one of which
       I might later say

"the day is the day is the day"

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