
Dark and briny, the sea
it calls.
Furling and unfurling
froth-tipped invitation to
eternity
below.
I’d trade my best boots
for that stone
anchor
a length of rope
five miles wide.
Drop me, weighted
and let the salt
cleanse the world
from my bones.
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Dark and briny, the sea
it calls.
Furling and unfurling
froth-tipped invitation to
eternity
below.
I’d trade my best boots
for that stone
anchor
a length of rope
five miles wide.
Drop me, weighted
and let the salt
cleanse the world
from my bones.