Friend
Ship
To break, or mend,
are ways to touch a heart.
To hold...
is what The Wise call art.
They speak of Space that resonates when spoken to.
He binds together,
me and you.
And when it does,
It takes us both with such a force;
Our word,
our breath,
a tidal wave that runs its course.
In war,
a comrade.
In love,
to procreate.
On Sea,
the Ship that makes the Journey,
in spite of winds and fate.
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