There

Looming down in a corner;

overshadowing senses.

Room enough to please what I feel:

night shivers of yestertimes.

Guess I could run them through my mind.

Being left, but then the pain,

salty taste down my smile.

Counting the cracks I left behind.

Oh, then I deal them in the wintertime,

With a dying flame near to warm me

And Death near to charge me,

when it's briny.

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Dive [dip]

I can’t hear you through the water.

The waves have taken me away.

I can see you from the distance,

But I can’t wave you away.

There’s a river upon the sea.

Time flows through its current.

Glad to be carried in its waters,

banishing sorrow along the course.

It is a trap, but a dream

handling its tricks.

No escaping , I suppose.

Drowning away inside the ship.

[Maybe by enduring longer,

the waters I’ve dipped my feet in surface,

Time will stand slower,

So one could catch it closer.]

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