Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Post III (To my friends, the sailors)

Does the rudder steer itself
while you're still fixing the mast

Can you see the storm brewing
while you scrub the deck

Why so separate
Why so rogue

The waters you own 
are not under your feet

As they fall,

fall,

fall

down our faces

The ocean is too big

Please...



please let us come with you

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