Sail

While, numb but

Heart-ache comes

I bite my rigging, sail the lines

Watch the ferrymen dance.

My curling ropes and breaking mast

I pour the orange laughing glass

I break the whirling down to hurting

I SHRIEK LIKE THE WINDS THAT BATTLE THE SAND

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