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Alone In This Tide
Upon the sweeping blue and tears of yesterday,
roars of internal voices at war with the morrow;
ensnared by foretold gales sits our castaway,
the vessel but green from orienting sorrow.
Upon this black insidious serpent swell,
Where demons contemplate their existence;
The divine chasm of lies and guilt do dwell,
A soaking delusion as a light in the distance.
Upon the deadly waltz of the green sea,
Lightning bends with leaps in a jete of flame,
Liberating courage with leaves from the lime tree,
His spirit at battle with Irit, yet worthy of ...