Night thoughts
who then
enters this
intellectual
abyss
where
thought
has no
end
and its
beginning
has no one
with which
to
validate
itself.
I am
your captain
blindly
you follow me
yet
I walk behind.
Will my words
bear the mirror
an echo long past
of things to come
and direction
only relevant
to those living
with
perpetual self doubt?
Comes now
a sailor
whose ship
was lost at sea
isn't the abyss
a resting place
for ships, you and me?
Alive I was
taken for granted
in death
all remember me
as with
intellectual fodder
in the abyss
that
no one can see
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