An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
left wanting
seeing me
for what I am
despite their appetites
the sirens' chorus
silent grows
from time my ship
into view hoves
until behind horizon goes
the tallest of my sails
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