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Dense vessel, ragdoll rolling

through tributaries like veins

between tight, cramping muscles

suffocated by white sands.

Face plants and sinks in the mud;

acquires a taste for salt

and rises to seek comfort

in what is left of the sun.

Home is a dot falling red

on parchment made for and stained

by a passage through oceans

made on the backs of dead oaks.

My ambitions swelled one day,

and I rode the rocking blue

miles from its crashing point --

and saw, as they collected,

all the islands rise and stand

and peer down to me through sprays

of the well it had laid in.