I flicked a switch and then the sound shattered
all around my feet, and I heard the voice
of passion — never logic — unfettered
by the windless escutcheoned sails of choice:
Each shard was like a new meaning explained
by dint of feel, never fear of failure;
and every second was a body unchained,
manumissed as a sale-gotten sailor:
By now the moon was reeling in the black,
sending out multiplex lights across time,
against ill-fated flailings of a lack
of movement throughout this pacific clime:
And as the whole entire floor shifted,
I knew the embargo had been lifted.
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