The vessel lurched. It had no reason
to lurch. But it lurched.
My eyes tended to one side
then to the other. They felt
like misshaped marbles.
The landscape strange, alien.
Night was no longer moon-filled
and star-lit. The sun a vague,
dreamy memory like looking
at a starling through a dirty puddle
mapping out the sky.
What was that? And though murk
and sadness enveloped me
a murmur penetrated my mind,
I am with you always,
to the end of the age.
And though my vessel remained
abruptly lingering the grip in my knuckles
loosened, the cramps in my heart went away.
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