Internal Ocean (Original Poetry)

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Sails whip, howling as the ship slices the night in two. Like fishing line you cut me - unfolding. Sun beats down. a single cloud frowns in tepid blue, petulant, like you closing me down. Wrapped up in, self-enforced autonomy. Spray-spat, salt-kissed, dismissed. As speckled gulls wheel in the mist. The bow creaks. Bottles sink bereft of message, while aft of stern, journeying tern screech. Whales breach the roiling surface. Emptying out to swallow whole patterning seas. Waves freeze solid, making molehills of salt, stuttering, time revolts. Silence spreads like rust climbing the anchor chain. We remain swallowed by currents, we can’t contain.
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