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The Ride Home
maelstrom sky correlates to water
fomenting monumental ocean rage
lifts to the brink of heaven,
slicing down toward a yawning
swirling hole
navigation is futile now, gone awry
step outside to assess,
the water explodes onto the deck,
almost washing me out to sea
slaps me off my feet,
o, I don’t want to be
here
send up flares, call SOS
all voiceless by the sea’s fury
so alone, hel...
Monday 15th March 2021 12:25 am
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