How quick from letting go does apathy appear?

How quick does grasping disperse a new idea!

My trusty row boat is named the Six of Swords

And my paddles are liminal anchors each

Dip into one side, dip into the other

My arms power the forward reach.

I row until I can go no further,

No longer can I steer

In desperation I release my oars

and the Six sails smoothly into waters

Oh so calm and clear.