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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