The Lone Seaman
Bivalves echo the sound of
His longing for a solitary existence.
Peripheral of a dark storm
Of a crowd.
He looks down.
The seaman. The man of the sea.
This is no man's land.
An outsider, he is.
Living on the margins
Of the big vast void.
Oh the sea. The sea. He yearns for.
The vast cerulean sea.
How did he get here?
He has no memory. He catches a glimpse
Of his loneliness in the reflected glass.
Dark shadows loiter in the corners.
He is thin yet his longing is magnanimous.
The sea. The sea he will return to again.
One day. The sea urchins await.
His boat at the bottom of the sea.
Gathering moth, moth. Moth.
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