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I am driftwood;
Washed up and naked
raw spat on this shell cracked shore.
Old familiar seadog
Beat of his bark and beached
But never too proud to flounder
In the murky pools that devour me.
My gnarled and twisted bough
Can span the needles of the rocks
That cut and hold me
In this weather beaten form but
Before too long
I'll be swept back into the dark jaws
Of a cold unforgiving sea.
Old seadog...
Driftwood
Naked...
Washed up
On another dream drenched barren shore.
I am driftwood!
