bones

lies congregate

in an ocean dark,

convene.

speak steam-tongued

half-truths

at your heart

and it can seem

too foggy to discern.



we, the sailors

amidst the sirens,

seeking

the path to silence

between the songs;

dodging,

bending our way around

the dulcet moans

of the harlots.



pressing on...



this journey

is time incarnate:

long as the dawn is wide.

and how I pray

the tide

washes up men

and not bones...

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