Fishing in the ocean of the sky
I cast the line of my eye
And watch the minnows passing by
And the great whales breach
Out there where the horizon creaks
Like the hull of an old ship
Or a sail in irons flapping about
It's a seafaring kind of sky
The sun like a dripping anchor
And the people waving on the shore
Slipping from sight on the open sea
The blue above and the blue below
And I don't know if I'm captive
Or captain or where we go
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