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By jamesaguiar - Posted on 13 January 2010

 Call me as you will.
I am not Ismael.
When I sound,
There's no one around.
Unlike Pip,
Honey crazy words do not drip
from my lips.
This ivory leg'd captain's alter ego
is no white whale's negro..
Exacting truth is not my style.
The depths defile-
not elucidate
the self-hate
that penetrates
to the ocean floor of nevermore.
Madness rings a silent bell,
summoning from (not to) the hell
of wasted effort
to sloth intellect's comfort.
So I'll gaggle and babble
useless drivel 
having no sense of what it all means:
Faith, Truth, Hope exist only in dreams.

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