The graveyard watch on a squid ink sea
I see the moon and the moon sees me
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A large Cod is backed into the galley
Lips agape his bottom jaw protruding
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The fog crept twixt the stick straight trees
rolled low across the ground.
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I have been to that dark space where most would not dare.
Where the lost and forlorn go to shed all there cares.
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The family’s away and so goes my sun.
I sit on my own in the dark it’s no fun.
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Sleep eludes my slippery clutch
I reach but she avoids my touch
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Awakened sudden, fright
night falling, mid flight
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Where once a rabble of water coursed tickling her bones.
Now a moaning river breeze licks twixt round river stones.
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Old man artist on a hospital gurney
Rattling lungs tell of life’s hard journey
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