A ship never seen, this abandoned hull dances empty on the waves.
My diluvian timbers creak and boom the musics of the underworld,
answering the ocean’s shocks and calmings.

Oblivious ghosts crew my strangled secret chambers;
the immortal spirits of distant worlds fly sails on masts —
no mortal eye shall ever sight.

Apr 4, 2012

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