To be buried in an ocean gray:
The red-lipped demands of a cocktail,
hypnotized the dawn toward which we set sail.
Onward! Forward!

With such vigor, bombs and powder,
on wax wings of what it meant to leave home
how could we ever doubt her?

Salted letters written by these men of sand,
written in anticipation of coming home to you
tempered glass copies made in this foreign land.

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