We Flit Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

we wend...we apprehend....
our mizzen masters...we contend
to slink..to wale....to splice a tale
of winter with a summer's mourning...
plunge to ground in cobbled strands...
our ship, tossed and reft from mooring...
the whole of it slips through our hands...
it seems the bits, those once so certain,
obscure.... a spray-flecked brine-wracked curtain
hides all but glints and gleams of hope....
a green night, crazed with Elmo's fires....a rope
sways, knotted by desires.....
torn, breakfasted-on by winds of chance...
flayed.... brazen-faced, cadavers dance
to tunes...new musics, struck and strummed....
hold on, loose-gripped...have not succumbed........
raw, bent, beleaguered..........ever eager....