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Ah, there's hope in these fingers yet,

at least they aren't lonely 

even the thumb has a pair. 

And as one hand steadies the paper 

in this sinking ship,

the other fondles the pen ignoring 

the act of devastation drowning 

in this heart.

The ball point no match for the canons of 

twisted love fired across the bough

I laughed rather than heeded the warning 

The ship has sailed 

and I, left captain of this ship of fools run aground 

writing on this manifest 

the name I will no longer find

Woe!-man overboard!

I scour the seas in this row boat 

Even jealous of the paired oars,

grasped with hopes of redemption 

ever coming back to this ship like a fool 

to see the manifest as if one day 

it would show your name as truth 

And your raging canons at my bow

Just to see your face.

Alas,

I sail on dreams past 

lifted a mast to no man's land 

on this ship of fools. 

And you, 

yet to manifest.