And the breath with which I waited,
Once upon a time was bated,
But long since have I breathed and gasped,
And glimpsed your surface-loving craft.
Received wisdom's banner unfurled,
For that is how you view the world.
Skipper would make you walk the plank
Were not your mind a docile blank.
You are content to swab the decks.
The rocks of truth shall be your wreck.
I know one day that you shall step
Into these self-examined depths.
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