Published in Overland Issue 244 Spring 2021 · Poetry Autofiction Šime Knežević The author composes an homage to a self who sings and sails on the great game of once upon a time. I am a sailor. I sing to excess. I am as perverse as degenerate art. I typecast myself across digital space. I am ageing with the superrich. We go way back to the Ancients. We even go to the same gym. I sketch a shoreline, slowly lifting the world, so it has days and very soon the smell of lavender. I ‘feel’ no separation between aspects of my contents, a century of classes, visits and titles. I feel intact. My wounds reoccur in name only where an encyclopaedia expands my body until it touches the whole world. I am also linked without proof to my disappearance at lunchtime. I summon a .wav file, and I sink. A jaw-dropping way to hide in continuous desire. I am thrown into a fate where I become an anonymous user with a span of life as long as noon. I am as calm and confused as the sea. I signal with my hand. I think it’s a natural gesture. A voice mirrors, so I speak English. I feel any other school of thought will try to silence me. The feel of a daydream is like the feel of a ripple in the ocean. I am a ship in distress at sea. I cry for mankind.wmv Read the rest of Overland 244 If you enjoyed this piece, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Šime Knežević Šime Knežević is a writer from Sydney. His debut poetry chapbook The Hostage was published by Subbed In. More by Šime Knežević › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 8 March 20248 March 2024 · Poetry POETRY Gareth Morgan as if a poem were a person, me, i get up in the morning / i buy coffee in a can, and wait / you have to keep calm, “don't get upset” / or it fucks everything up. the bosses who tell me this / are wise but stupid troopers. this is a political poem 16 February 202419 February 2024 · Poetry Two poems from 36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem Nam Le But think about the children, super cute children, mute children, with uncommonly big eyes, children with hard eyes, eyes that have seen what no child’s eyes should see, children naked as the day wearing big smiles and no smiles, preternaturally wise, with mooned-out tummies and cleft palates and cataracts, deformities and birth defects ...