far at seain the violent turnof the waves and silence—and out there somewherethe shores of home * imagesbuilt in mist—footprintson the journey home * windsand roots torn up—covered in the dressof a fallen queen * one blowand then I’m down—fallen tothe lightless depthsbetween the nowof life and eternity …
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along the harbor where green sea goes gray on an autumn day as it’s turned half winter now in the sun and the pairs form of cold light and mannequins that mouth out with their frozen lips of something yet to come
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found along an ancient map where we sailed in an old, wooden boat bobbing among the ways brushing against imagined sea monsters where they roared and children stared into the black expanse guided by the Northern Lights
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