You Cannot Sail the Humdrum

The Humdrum
is nowhere
near where you are
and nowhere to be seen
nor a trap
whose tripwire you slip
strolling through a jungle
admiring the foliage
meaning it is not
A trap remnant of a plan
while the evil Humdrum broadcasts...
your location--taunting you with
vast sands brush by no one's feet
shores with tides that never ebb
at least not from 9 to 5

So why would you be angry? settled amongst the toothless Humdrum?
that glib old wastrel
watching your first shift
that first day
(orientation without direction)
you are not... not then
not until
a rogue Possibility and the slick con Chance
trade you
for treading
water that is neck-deep with swells
hiding all sight of land, and begging a panic
the threat of death alleviated only by buoyancy
your wishes protected by flotsam
in the middle of a searing sun

So why would you care that they stole your heart? those pair of thieves when
No dilution of courage
is so deep
that your feet cannot touch
the bottom
neck deep
where the old man cannot see you from the shore

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