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Jump Ship

Reading on dialectics and

eternalities and forms,

on tremendous propositions

and their incumbent pretensions,

all comfort shorn,


I deliberate and determine

whether to jump ship

if the sea in fact is warm,

or if the best sort of knowledge

is to be seaworthy in a storm.

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