Sunday, February 19, 2012

Flying Dutchman's Lament

I have memories
As a galleon had sails

Numerous, copious as clouds
Blindingly bright by day
Glowing in moonlight

But shot through now
By corsairs' cannons--

Still wide, bright, catching at
The slightest breeze
But ragged with irreparable holes

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