A day at sea
Rocking on the lap of the ocean,
who can for no reason break, turn without
fair warning and claim me for her own.
I weigh my chances laying, the odds so
long in answers. It happens if so
it happens. As each day dawns and leaps across
the arc of its own undoing, thus
rising to hazard or hap without, not
knowing, to alight in the yawning dark.
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