Promises

Given back unanchored days oh I pledge
the ship yours, skulled and boned
the mast high
the deck sound
the horizons distant

And you!
I have too that corded pink
the paint
the lodged purpose

If you hold me or not hold me
to those meant promises unfulfilled
will you, in return
set me out upon a simple ship
of flamed sail and the wind astern?

For I have a sea in me more than
Life to vessel it

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