Attempt at Independent Sailing

Attempt at Independent Sailing

There's always someone who would change me.

Gripping the railing when I begin sailing
on the ocean of my impermanent life,
the tangible end my fingers restrain.

I clutch my identity in assembly,
my inimitable character and line.
Originality is under a strain.

With inevitable human invasion,
adjacent hands with thumbs would decant and mold,
intent to change my sacred domain.

Opposable thumb touching other digits,
creates a connection, a circular
representation of a link in a chain.

I shift, I chaff at the thought of restriction,
of being held to a course of another's choice.
On the sea of independence I remain.



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