the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, July 9, 2017


Fate for the faithless, faced with the fear of committing to luck
Or whatever it was that struck my heels.
It stood me still while you flooded my eyes with your emerald light
And soused my lungs in a curious tide.
I blindly hoped and breathlessly pondered
If these warships slowed enough as they passed in the harbor,
If this morse stalled our course enough to anchor on each other;
So much for declaring independence.
I was an over-spoken fiction with self-prescribed bookmarks,
Holding onto whatever truth could be pressed between the hardcovers of time.
But you were a textbook tangent poorly assumed asymptotic,
Gently brushing against otherwise parallel lines.

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