On the bow of a sailboat
Flesh & steel are one
Sun gives way to rain
Gives way to sun
And we leave what we must
The sea speaks a language
That doesn't always comfort
The way a debt begs to be settled
The way she opens her mouth
Again, the rain will come
Of that we can be sure
Soft and persistent
A tenderness that endures
But there is a place
The water never reaches
The hidden corridors of thought
Where the night returns again
These are my wounds
These are my ruins
Displayed over weary bones
As the storm breathes thru the marrow
Whispering its fragile hope -
Then retiring to prayer
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