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                            Songs for my Captain

                                   doubt dawned early, a world-awareness
                                   (not weltschmerz yet).
                                   and a man was whistling
                                   who seemed invincible;
                                   he didn't act disturbed.
                                   as age diminished dependency
                                   life was more everything.
                                   i danced to the captain's song:
                                   ride on your mystery ship
                                   and be amazed.

                                   but my uncertainties grew
                                   as decisions were damanded.
                                   the man himself faltered, helpless
                                   (he needed a rest).
                                   during lonely drives at night
                                   i sang along with the captain
                                   who knew he was mighty sick
                                   yet wanted to keep command.
                                   in the end he decided
                                   he was closer to home.

                                   now i discuss popular paradoxes
                                    (Bermuda-Triangle, UFO's)
                                   with multi-faceted friends.
                                   mended men aren't invincible again.
                                   a friend of the captain
                                   says he could be easily happy
                                   if the universe unveiled itself.
                                   but i no longer listen without
                                   a drop of salt-stained experience.,.,
                                   lessons learned from whimsical cruelties.

                                   Einstein said
                                   homo-sapien brains
                                   were not designed
                                   to hold it all.
                                   a madman might
                                   have half a mind
                                   to agree.

                                                                        -Helen Kalbaugk
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