across choppy water
sinking, suddenly
just to let me die
and I want to be free.
a cast iron caption
like a weight I'm holding
this conscription
pulling me down
through the gates
Hell's hounds and a blessing to name
pulling me down
lost in my days
A forlorn and proud face
but my future is festered
No fragrance of grace
but a polish of sickness
Wax and then wane
Everything in season?
target to be maimed
a capsized new captain
prescribed offering
But to convey this distance
I do not think I will be saved
Atop tall waves sturdily
a ship will sink or stay
Hope's old wisdom
will prefuse
well away.
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