I, the Boat
I, the boat
unmoored in boundless
Water
You the cleansed one
whose feet I washed
sitting on the shore
sifting order out of
Disorder
Saving soil
Building continents
Great Divides
Heaving
Crust
Mantle
Core
I, the boat
unmoored in rolling water
infinite gray waves
foam and motion
shore no longer
1 Comments:
I love it, MJ. I love how you write.
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