If you are the Admiral then I am your sextant.
Simply measure the two angles
Between us and see the horizon.

If you are the hard earth surface
I am the sky that meets you.
But we are still celestial bodies.

I am one sixth of the full circle of you.
The clock means nothing in your
Zulu time hours passing minutes.

My heart is the warm sun
You are limitless perception.
The nautical almanac is drawn on your back.

There are fifty-seven navigational stars
In my eyes that float above you.
We are never lost at sea.

If life is a moving vessel
Then you are the gimbal
That spills no ink from our well.

If I am your special sextant
You are my weatherproof case
Safe inside the structure of you-

Place your eye on my telescope.
I am the object in your hand.
See the heavenly body brush the horizon.

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