I see in the distance a ship on the
Tagus...
It's sailing downriver indifferently.
Not indifferently because it ignores
me and I don't care,
But indifferently because it has no
meaning
Outside the exclusively shippish fact
Of sailing downriver without permission
from metaphysics...
Downriver toward the reality of sea.
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