Meditation on my first NY Years

I have believed too long in sinking ships,
have too many times,
made myself the unrelenting honey bee
of lost coordinates.
I’ve chased dead-end jobs
and full time loves
and wandered onto sinking ships

While standing starboard again, startled
suddenly somethign just occurred to me-
should they strip it down to just the wood
this ship would still a worthy vessel be.
For I am filled with eagerness and hope
and although I may grow weary
I am full to brimming
with or without the sea.

So if un-sea-worthy deemed,
and chopped me down to bits of firestarter-
the hottest licking tongues of flame would be
Proof
of the burning, seeking, searing fire inside me.

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