starbuck's on-going inner-dialog
he doesn't hear me
the course is set
logic or argument
will not penetrate
he is driven
revenge
i think not
he seeks to end his pain
he is mad to end his pain
the whale is a means to that end
i will spit and sputter and swallow my words
with my last breath
we are in pursuit of death
and i obey
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2021-06-26 at 03:04
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