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Weathered sails float along a forked, life-long horizon,

billowing softly at each friendly handshake the ocean offers,

and point upward and direct to a crescent crevace in the sky,

whose shape transforms, under the influence of night,

into tightly pursed lips.

How calloused the captain,

a weary traveler with frost-bitten cheeks,

whose scars reflect classy circles of well-written characters

   (fake gems of a never lived life)

that stem from a childhood too far gone

and too thinly worn to matter.

His fleshy fingers so broken and torn,

like the wings of a fallen angel,

graze gently over his foundering home,

as the lightly tousled life-boat, his sanctuary,

drifts helplessly across an ocean

where many sail but seldom stop.