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The Sailor's Razor.
The boat cuts ice film on water.
You mark time and temperature and direction,
focused on precise structure.
My feet sink,
mind commences spinning,
the security oozes
from my legs,
from my arms.
You're focused on precise structure.
Where are we? The map shifted, the sea is volatile. The plan. You're screaming?
Rope is needed to string or tighten or pull.
My feet feel numb,
I try to picture home
as hope pours
from my legs,
from my arms.
You're focused on maddening danger.
I try to picture home.
You mark time and temperature and direction,
focused on precise structure.
My feet sink,
mind commences spinning,
the security oozes
from my legs,
from my arms.
You're focused on precise structure.
Where are we? The map shifted, the sea is volatile. The plan. You're screaming?
Rope is needed to string or tighten or pull.
My feet feel numb,
I try to picture home
as hope pours
from my legs,
from my arms.
You're focused on maddening danger.
I try to picture home.
Published 24th Dec 2011
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24th Dec 2011 1:35pm
LA
Vintage.
'The security oozes' will
haunt me for an eternity.
Will come back for reads.
It will take its own time.
Curtsy,
S'
Vintage.
'The security oozes' will
haunt me for an eternity.
Will come back for reads.
It will take its own time.
Curtsy,
S'
24th Dec 2011 1:46pm
24th Dec 2011 4:10pm
This can easily be used to represent more than a literal meaning. Very nice use of words here. Love the simplicity of the ending.
24th Dec 2011 4:15pm
24th Dec 2011 4:46pm
