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Thursday
Aug062015

A Night That Refuses to End

Here and now

Is a place I’ve never

Been before

An open ocean on a night

That’s lasted three months

Three months

Of rowing according to the stars

Of the silver gleam

                        Off the waves

Of slaking my thirst

                        On storm water

Telling myself there’ll be land soon

The direction’s right

Three mountains loom in the dark

                                                Like planets yet to be

Discovered

My arms tell me I’ll never

                                    Reach them

And my stubborn guts

                                    Tell them to shut

                                    The fuck up and work

                                    Unless they want me to

                                    Dangle them in the water

                                    For the sharks

Doubt’ll get the lot

Of us killed

Out on the open water

On a night that’s lasted

For 93 days

            And counting

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