Down to the Sea in Ships

It is not probable or likely we will see one another again, words in every sailor’s throat, lord thy sea is so vast, winter rain at mid ocean…I think human kind learned vowels on water, Jung’s mother picked up her gutturals in storms far from land. Blind as as I am I’ve played a game all my life, stealing out by night and rowing across dark water.

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