I was condemned to run from my colloquial murder.
I chose to sail.
I chose to ruin my ship by the paws of maniac tides.
Waters and waters and lands of disciplined and democratic but unliberated lands…then some more waters…
The shells covered up the bones of the vessel.
Pirates came, women with their sweet jingling assess came…romance of kissing in a contemplated sunset; came,
but I was unfazed by these addictions of mine.
I sailed and sailed untill I saw a locked home over the mountain,
made by humans but indifferent from them.
I got my home in a bitter town of marine alcoholics and murderers,
I got my soul in the cells of raging and megalomaniac bastards.
The flattering deaths through ropes with the view of a mooring sea,
I got my Nirvana from the untamed life by knowing the place and woods of my death.

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Photograph: Jonathan Chritchley.

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