Demon Seas, Part 3
A towering wave of anguished breadth
our bow just barely breaks,
and flushes down my phlegm and spit
with a shell specked burning taste.
One of my better carpenters,
his toolbox breaking free,
grasping it falls in,
will forever build on the waves and the hills
of the boundless wood less sea.
I fight and I suffer,
I fall and I rise,
I will not plead or bargain
there is no compromise.
The worst lies before us,
the storms verdict anon.
We turn our bow into her,
replenished, by a few moments calm.
I call out to you in this briefest respite,
the soul of my journey, the wind of my life,
on a speck of dry land in a green island cove,
I call to you
my pirate rose.
Again I call out to you,
where there is hope and white sand.
Tell me I am your Captain!
Tell me I am your man!
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Translated April 2012.
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