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. 

Yes 

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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