small stone (258)

Starlight, furled tightly to those pinpoint masts in the sky. My mind a ship, unmoored, heaving slightly with the black tide of night.

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3 comments on “small stone (258)

  1. Andrew Levin says:

    starlight spinning bleeds an unfurling mast

    a ship overturning

    plunges

    into

    the

    black

    water

    .
    .
    .
    .

    of

    the

    night !

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