crossing the ocean of life in a singular day- experiencing the ripples of this ocean being crossed- also how the boat rocked and what keeps one afloat.

across the ocean today

in a pale rowboat

with a hungry ore.

once again

crossing this sea

noone just me

with a lonely breeze.

giving this soul a bathe

in an unmarked arc

bringing these birds across

saving the albatross.

quenching a thirst of mine

closer to the hand divine

searching for the holy sign.

follow me across your sea

to the way it was

or were supposed to be.

The End

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