/ Larry Tatiana^axter
My hands grip tight the oar that lies before My seat as icy waves soak through the thin Wool garment In \ain.
that
With me
to bursting
My vision
blurs
The oar and
A
and
m
this tiny boat.
blistered
biting
God who
safe?
hands release
wind increased
promises
seek and see out there
I
And now
But specter turns
My cratt;
search tor shore
penetrating deep. For where
that eternal
ghost.
on
when
In thunder, rain,
Is
I
clutch the rocking craft afloat
By darkness To keep us
wear.
I
away trom men packed
shrink
I
all
my
to solid
laith \anishes.
man who boards
the storm destroyed with just His words.
I a/ihtte^ J Lee Andrews It
was the time before
AW spider-)ointed
sleep.
You and greedily crept to^Aard The last pink and white pill.
We A
fingers crawl
To your white thigh. You, love, sweep it away With screams ot tortured
I
delight.
anticipate in sleep
tug to dream
Sate trom crags ot
Sleep well. you. as
I
agree to obstain.
ice.
Tossing through the wa\es ot sheets
Outside
Ot
is
Warm
the dangerous world
and
cold.
a lonely knight
The water that destroyed Ot ancient fleets.
Seeking us with a frozen spear In the icicled nisrht.
Sleep will not
come
until
morning
a lifetime
light.
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