to be a human

a passion wind inflates the sails and moves the animal
all temperament and circumstance, filled with dream and dread
a logic rudder chops the wake and steers the robot hull
a mechanistic principle; stern, disciplined – and dead.

a playful compass points the way, the headiness of youth
its ignorance of context means it always tells the truth.
an adult map maintains the course, away from rocks and shoals.
it guides the ship from port to port, accomplishing its goals.

a storm alights, from time to time, upon the sea of life
and everything that ever was must work inside of you.
compromise and empathize! or be capsized by strife –
and lose the vessel with her cargo, your captain and your crew.

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