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Dec 2019
Sailors always want to go back
to the(ir) wild seas
believed they  can cope with
in their (Heming)way
and meet and feed
demon and friend
to treasure land
          -for some
or wreck shore
        -for others
leaving mythical tales
and iconic traces
over rushing waves
covering
the sunken pasts
at the silent depths

From conception to end
shaped by elements
caged by their mean(ing)s
and blindfixed by knowlegde
through not so at random coincidences
in darkness and fears
embracing an obscure painseeking
a stubborn longing for  
a deafening exitation
to a transcendant daze
a state and place,
lasting
until the passion
for unresolved aims
hasn't to be explained
anymore

Into an undefined fate (faith)
of the sailor
In anyone
Written by
Art-yx  52/M/Belgium
(52/M/Belgium)   
148
   N and Woody
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