The catamaran floats silently in the shallow water,
Waves and whales not bothered, a lone man on board,
The logs of palm tied together to sail through the waves,
It floats always, never drowned, but drifted sideways.
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a poem makes a solace to wounds of wood The modern catamarans of logical mind, Accumulate as many as heavily battered wounds, No time to heal and no willing to dispose and disown, The overloaded catamarans certainly drown. Look at our own jammed up hearts and minds,
The heavily battered/overloaded catamarans become illogical and go mad. To save it from drowning, let out the vengeful thoughts one by one. A good suggestion.
The overloaded catamarans become illogical and frustrated. You have suggested a good way to be free of the vengeful thoughts. A good metaphor.
a poem makes a solace to wounds of wood The modern catamarans of logical mind, Accumulate as many as heavily battered wounds, No time to heal and no willing to dispose and disown, The overloaded catamarans certainly drown. Look at our own jammed up hearts and minds,