Wet wood, creaking, salt on lips.
Lethargic, waking, marooned, I lift
my hand. Dusty light splits
between my fingers. Sun scatters
across my chest. My mouth is dry.
The sky threatens to wrap around me.
Underneath the sea beasts sigh, and
I close my lids again.
Ominous imagery, an astounding poem.
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