"The Maze Belowdecks" is the next installment in my poetic odyssey,
A Wave of Poetry. I was born without a sense of direction. So, the situation belowdecks on the
Abraham Lincoln, with its maze of identical looking passageways, was an absolute nightmare for me. I would be a ghost wandering lost on the ship to this day were it not for a notebook that I kept for jotting down landmarks. This notebook survived my adventures, and the elaborate directions to the officer's mess that I wrote for myself make for an interesting poem as written.
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