I have sailed dark waters
felt the storms
lash my back
seen monstrous shapes
circle slowly below
lurking in depths
or snuffing the currents
of my life
Now I see the black shore
all foam and rocks and bones
the riptide turning
drawing me in,
no matter a backpaddle
I can't see if there
is an island beyond
or just great grinding
reefs
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