Restless,
the sea,
in
slap and sparring agitation,
churns
colour in its tumbrel
from
the rousing wake
of
journeying.
Like
the charnel house
jumble
of dreaming
in
wakeful moments,
catching
uninvited
in
an ambush of distraction
these days
are choppy waters,
a
disturbation of the even temperance
of
peace and the mechanism of tides.
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