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A ship inside a bottle cannot sink, or collect dust
It is nice to look at, and float on glass
No one is small enough to board it
It doesn’t know where it is heading
The wind outside wont blow its sail
It has no sail, only a slip, a dress
And beneath them, the jelly fish
Her mouth is dried though she is surrounded by water
She drinks it through the openings through her eyes, which never close.
Jellyfish