Thursday 6 September 2012

Etesian wind rippled water
Trailing below soft waking waves
Nodding gently against shoreline

debris
                                                     flotsam
                                                              jetsam

Prising apart oars
Thudding thud thudding tones
Relaying dull echoes

pitching
                                     rolling
                  yawing

Pandora's compass balanced
aside maps
Blindly leading beyond
her ever knowing nowhere

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