Poem/A Continuous Cycle...

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universe Was the northwest wind
the first great crossing

Tensioning the lines
in rocking subjects

Illusion, of the unpleasant cold
Bow Captains
chimera of fishermen.

Where does the tide sleep?
in wide narrow gauge nets!
Dead fish from asphyxiation
Sailor of loose bliss

Aft stacking
first day merchandise

Tell me how you forget
future marine people
The fruits of a living sea
Rotted wood chips
One and the other strapping to the day...


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