COMMAND

The bow carved a sharp signature

through oceans charm; a moment

of perfection.

 

It was a revival of solitude,

a refuge, seamless, unhurried,

exposing soft edges.

 

The wind was well mannered. The boat

maintained its space, cutting a pathway

from inspired design, slicing through

without compromise.

 

The rudder boasts a worthy thirst, half

submerged yet sober to commands,

tilting the craft into the earths

axis.

 

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