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lets salvage this shipwreck
and make it float again
i am a man
and a man must have a mast
i am a sailor
and you are a tailor
but what is that to Thee
our destinations may be great
but our destiny is incomplete
so many hours of anticipation
while we were lost at sea
now is the time
to retire your vagrancy
and you can expect
a new set of clothes
to adorn your subtle body
yes respect is a burden
unless it dwells within
for then you'll grow
steady like a mountain
and stronger than a tree
and your soul is as wide
as any canyon
that i ever did see
and this gift of sapience
is definitely not reserved
solely for you or me
Come now my love
Lets begin to offer up our praise
For the Earth, the Sky and Sea
Bless the sacred rivers and waterways
To which we all must come to drink
Lets plunge our fragile psyches
A holy trinity of spirit, mind and body
Into the vast ocean deep
And how much better off we’ll be
Then if we were to sit upon this ground
And pretend what great souls are we
i collect and then call
feet first you fall
into my arms
some lovers are charmed
i will make my mark
no doubt about it
so don't be alarmed
when it all fits together
so perfectly
like thousands
of individual pieces
in a puzzle
i am in trouble
i knew the moment
that i saw you
that you’d find a way
to take my breath away
until i'd crave your name
in everything i see
its really all your play
so please come
show me the way
that you'll lie down
upon the ground
of oblivion today
i bow to the sea
and kiss the shells
below the swells
that never cease
for when we met
it felt like a knife
had finally cut
through the darkness
and i wept like a camel
at the promise
of our entanglement
stores of goods and stories of the gods
rest heavily upon our shelves
we made stones from the heavens
and placed them underneath our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first
know that i will gratefully accept
wrong statuses or retired apparatuses
i am hunting for meaning in this lake of fire
your gardens of wonder are filled with beauty
but rust is the color of your tablecloth
i shudder to think that love comes so cheap
she is a breath of fresh air
and i am all hair, teeth, songs and fingernails
she is a fragrance in the dawn
a herd of horses thirteen strong
she is the trickle of a gentle spring
and i tread lightly upon nothing
yet this sunshine is doing its task sublimely
and i think the grief inside my heart
might slowly be melting in the heat
stores of goods rest upon our shelves
we make stones and place them in our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first i will accept
restaurants take your shadows
and remove your clothes like linen napkins
tablecloths embody all that was ever on them
but you are still the nakedest of all
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