adrift
port of elegance, spare me profit, for i am
sleepless in sailor's cloth; i ride dreams high
above the wind at sea.
with reckless vengeance my post assailed by
unseen blackened waves at night, i pray to
storms unyielding; i betray the tide with
thoughts my own, and especially those of god.
Russell J. Sether
(5/99)
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