master, commander (love is the answer)

Ours is a near sunken ship, fighting the waves which eclipse and threaten our tiny blip on radar. 

Insofar, we haven’t tipped, had buoyancy ripped down like hulls in a hurricane. 

Certain devils accompany (seasickness, one’s named) barrels of money and toil painted on the masts coiling under winds. 


our morale is chipped but never does dripping water drown, knocked off a fixed path to lovely towns across the ocean. 

The shorelines in focus

mend my worldview of seas, an Atlantis in me 

rising to counter the certainty of storms.


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