o captain, my, captain

it feels much better when i put my legs up
onto the railing of the deck
i can balance my notebook
and write legibly

my morse code is not an sos
it is just a routine transmission
coordinates
tracing my consciousness
as it maneuvers through shallow waters

if there is a cipher to unlock the codex
it is my heart
yet
that is a language that even i don’t fully understand

i do not expect to
but
my last year has broken the geode open
and
revealed a complicated set of crystals and instrumentation
supposedly to get the ship back home

i have not been certified or trained
i am not rated to man this vessel
yet by sheer need and lack of another
i find my self here

so i set the controls
for the heart of the sun
and keep an eye out
for rest stops

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