The sea sings a hymn of time

Wave after wave follows the shore

Holds the shipwreck by the spine


Splinters every door to unwind

The most tautly strung, forlorn.

As the sea sings hymns, time


Washes eyes that can’t find

The horizon anymore

Holds the shipwreck’s spine


A shelter for fish gone blind

Grazing the dark sea floor.

The sea sings hymns in time


For the fishermen waiting to find

The hidden rusted door

Holding the shipwreck by the spine


They beg for the strength to climb

From September’s  final storm

The sea singing its hymn Time

Holding the shipwreck by the spine.





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