Another nautical ditty, albeit a short one.
The Moon Paid No Mind
Tribute elasticity to summon the wizened
tyrant. The cards fornicate openly now, astral
clarity hardly dim after waking. Rather the inverse,
waking life is distant as the tropics, though here
the heat hurts so. Icebug come night, drift into
sleeping ships and rupture the gentle lovemaking
of the non-believers. Soon this particular
patch of ocean will never be silent, defined
by ruby tides until it lurches into quiet.
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