you've se en many births ...

_________________________

every day bringing you closer closer to breath.
of breath there is nothing. moon sun. clear call.
to hail the winning . north of sore, she turned
air into windcreeping night. She Knight was
wearing rag. Or the boom cracked. The fo'c'scle
many leagues to starboard. Haul the breaker.
What? Ho! then, it swirl.

O f these there is none
but the starboard craft
mistletoe toed its way to wealth.

the knight she carry a halberd
her halfself is each soft thing.
thighs peering. thigh s appearing hard.
woman is soft soft.

ocean gray wave whack hard.
we are sailors. bitten by the brine
the language we speak. is trolled by sea. and
mist it's other name.

so far no home been found. this rough bucaneer.
wont no no home . of their alphabet none has seen.

Crack! of the Boom! me hearties.
garboard her trestles. mast half gone
keel under down and water.

what is it we've found?

O th e water's cold O night.
O knight. she rears her column horse close
to the vessel o f its praying tent.
not near the lyric or bent sea hope.
of the sea horse whinnying.
garbed by her play horse,
she's nothing left to .

O this cloud scudded day is gray with far horns.
the city's burnous is an element cross the ocean ~


.