‘on this sea’
you are completely oblivious
i am a wayward soul;
i possess no anchor.
how do you not see the
water i’ve taken on.
i’ve drifted on this sea
over the course of many moons
prey to siren’s call.
let the north star guide you
but leave me rudderless—
my night pregnant with storm.
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