The keel cuts through the lucid dream,
Where light refracts in bending arcs,
A dance of shadows on the stream,
The sun, a silent muse, embarks.
The boat, a vessel of the mind,
Moves through the shimmering, vague expanse,
Where sky and water intertwine,
A quiet hymn of chance and trance.
Beneath the sun’s unyielding eye,
The world dissolves to shape and hue,
A boat adrift in open sky,
The mind’s reflection, split in two.
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