The Fisher
I wish to gulp in the sea with my fish
And my own damned sense
of glad blasphemy.
Does it take more than a
mad salty kiss,
To drown and forget your
humanity?
Away with you lofty
creatures of air
Who fly by the light of
pale nebulas
Float over on flotsam of
bashed hulks bare
Or by polyp and bulbous
medusa.
Maelstrom, spin the
fabric of my freedom,
When the boards crack,
I'll let you grab my throat.
Sunken iceberg, be my
palace in the ocean
Freeze as your tentacles
suck on my boat
High albatross, you're no
herald of peace,
These empty stores are
where I'll make my feast!
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