Saturday, April 1, 2017



Moored, broken sails
a hull full of trespasses
tinder splinters your wood
all that carbon
spent
to make you
and now
a
quantum
transfiguration
beginning,
 a new moon
waxing
your ebony
undersides
seaworthy ready
for a new
Odyssey
Sail on

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