Irish Sea from Caergybi

The wide differences between childish rock pools and adult oceans, swirling work grappling the cargo motions

of elsewhere to Somewhere without the air or desire nor means to eat their own, or to own the erratic sensation of hunger and greed. Taking it home to do the deed, to split the pod and knock the seed sod from roots demand the blood of give and take, of countermand,

grow and make do and mend, Friends across the Seas do bend at rivers bow they only know.

That Peopled grass of leaves passive, ships in the night

The crowded skies falling into waves delight,

drumbeat hammered metal vessel

Afloat on stoneblood's sacred home.

tossed to the lighthouse with a mighty current cable

whipped by shock a scarred old healer, rust bound

Rigged and locked inside an eighteen wheeler

Isolate the Trailer park Service station occupation

Security heard a dog bark thats the high water mark

drivers wait for the ferry to dock unload

Sedentary codes and voyagers ambition.

 

 

 

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