at sea (i am your serenity)

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theif (i find serenity);

your captive enters the mouth of blue

slipped down your amorphous tongue 

it lays flat against the skin of ground

awaiting newcomers

you await for the struggle

the gasp the regret and no rush of men in dingy boats

until all is still yet not still

so you can steal from two pockets 

tucked under skin 

you are not a thief you remind yourself

simply a catalyst

returning what is owed

03/03/2019