Exile’s Farewell--- Aqueduct

And it was deeper beyond how merciful the merchants were in having me aboard,

I was penniless, of course.

Enormous was the voice below each wooden floor.

There was no windows where I was kept, surfeiting goods & the watchman was

underpaid for the lengths downstairs, between me & all the valuables it took overseas.

It was freedom, however short-lived: no force could coax me better than another's property.

The place the merchants took me toward drew by morning:

the sun did not leave where I left where I could no longer keep a home, a force dwelling against me later on once the mercy of having merchandise did not betray how punishment

never follows me.

Banishment was all I would find, and I look at a fish without color struggle to make itself known beyond all the market will reach inside deep where it cuts without any sympathy;

drowning where it has no business living at, but plentiful does it follow under the same price without that struggle that defined it for a short-lived escape when it looked above the ocean and saw there was a place it never knew would be the exit for where it swam, but there is enough fish for the world to eat without finding that there is no longing when the merchandise does not blink.