The face of the wave like a slap of glass
The smother of sky like an inky sponge
The bob of me like a fallen apple
The shattered ship like a deck of cards
The drowned crew like a herd of shadows
The naked body like a four a.m. fever
The solitude like a floating wheel
The salt of death like the taste of spit
The cries of the maiden like a forgotten dream
The aimless swim like a dance with a broom
The cause of the calamity like a wedding party
The reason for the voyage like a sick note from mom
The destination like quitting high school
The first mate and his heroism like a burnt out match
The captain and his bluster like a rooster in a millpond
The great black sea like a seed on a bun
Is
that you
my sweet
on the widow’s walk?
On the roof
of the clifftop castle?
With the one candle
that never goes dim.
Hold it high, dear,
higher than the moon.
I wish not to die…..
not tonight
in this soulless dark
Deep in the drink
I wish not to die
Not tonight dear
Hold high
your single beacon
Hold it high
I wish
not
to
die
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