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[Anonymous No.22053764]

When rain comes, we ask ourselves,
where can we find water in this never-ending sea?
The fish we carry,
a sea we must be.
We've braved the jelly of the feast.
We've heard the quiet that’s always a piece.
of the forms and potions
of what just is, but that isn't always.
And yet the cud is ours
before we do it.
Somehow we chew it.
Somehow we've weathered and witnessed
a boat that isn't broken,
but simply unfinished.
We, the successors of a captain and bloodline
where a skinny white man
descended from serfs and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming boatswain.
Only to find himself reciting for one.
And yes, we are far from polished,
far from pristine,
but that doesn't mean
we are striving to form a crew that is perfect.
We are striving to feed our crew with a porpoise.
To compose a boat, committed to all crews, chanties, characters, and conditions of man.
And so we lift our gaze, not to what stands between us
but what stands before us.
We close the divide because we know to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside.

[Anonymous No.22054272]

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