Chills pirate my spine, 
placing spikes for land claiming, 
sending pain to the native site, 
launching conscious thought 
into a grey-spotted salt block. 
Pulling the sail unsettles
my stomach from
loss of compass direction 
or seasickness. 
My freedom rides on a small
paddle boat to an island
of silence and medicated 
plant leafs.

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