as the world revolves askew

around its reckoning


your touch your kiss

your body merging with mine


is the only anchor

holding our reeling ship steady


let us rock with the waves

let us rise with whatever tide


will wash the dross

into the measureless sea


let it be us

against the impersonal splitting


of the heavens

above our tiny but vast sea...




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