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The Ride Home

maelstrom sky correlates to water
fomenting monumental ocean rage
lifts to the brink of heaven,
slicing down toward a yawning
swirling hole

navigation is futile now, gone awry
step outside to assess,
the water explodes onto the deck,
almost washing me out to sea
slaps me off my feet,
o, I don’t want to be
here

send up flares, call SOS
all voiceless by the sea’s fury
so alone, hel...

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