Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,
only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our
pilgrimage to no country and to no end.
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Every day we get up to sail away and by the time we are almost done the night appears and we take rest to restart the journey that never ends. It only ends with our last day on the earth. A great philosophical poem.
A successful fantasy poem. Nothing needs to actually 'happen' in the real world: only in his imagination, which is vivid and questioning.
This is life and death