simple loss
o great falling shard of time
ripe with colloquialisms
set left of the ascent
upwards and onwards
towards crestfallen sunshine
he grips the line
and tightens his enclosing fist
'raises the halyard
and at once his spirit
the waves glisten in every fathom
that rest far bellow what eyes can see
the roar of the wind
the tear of the sheets
mist of the whitecaps
and on against the captor that holds in his hands his own heart
the shadow falls upon this pass
the bridge
breeding cars sits overhead
the wind, sit silent
the engines overhead combust and exhale setting the burden
of air and its behemoth
the silence dissipates
and gusts come again
onwards from the city
and its marinas
as the clouds roll in
in anvil shroud
and light drizzle settles
on already dampened ground
the sky reflects the concrete
and as it sees itself it weeps
and rain begins to purr
it creates a haze over the distilled town
as the fortress takes on the storm as a whole
yet among the waves i stand watching the sky
too late to turn around
too late to come about
gone is that taste
the sweet flavour of safe
the storm sends me under the first bridges narrows
and outwards into the English Bay
where the sheet lightning eludes the ground
and the pouring rain batters the mainsail
as it lowers
and i confront the maelstrom under bare poles
the jib is strained
but it keeps me forward
where i am to go
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