i don't know
what it was like, the
smell of dark waves and
wet wood,
beneath
wind's screaming
smiling softly
slept the Master of
shore and water
stars and voids
were they cold?
rain pouring
off heads, beards,
sail and hearts
thumping
it says they were afraid.
the promise of safer days
lost to white
panic - of
the worst kinds of
what?
terror? pain? loneliness?
we know
that they cried
out into pelting water
We know He woke
stilled everything
back to horizon,
night air
bats feeding
stars.
[Peace
is
this man]
**
tonight though,
I'm interested in that sleep
that did not need
wind
to cease.
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