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bones
lies congregate
in an ocean dark,
convene.
speak steam-tongued
half-truths
at your heart
and it can seem
too foggy to discern.
we, the sailors
amidst the sirens,
seeking
the path to silence
between the songs;
dodging,
bending our way around
the dulcet moans
of the harlots.
pressing on...
this journey
is time incarnate:
long as the dawn is wide.
and how I pray
the tide
washes up men
and not bones...
