Up and down the wave
We hold the age of sails
Above gunpowder and ghosts
Compass star and stern align
Water carries us
Where the air will steer
The wait is light
The weight is light
Move young Shilly-Shally ship
Behind this wall of fog
Friendly fire or
Honor the current
So batten down the hatches
Seaworthy
The wait is light
The weight is light
Ocean curls with moonlight
Pull and push
"Arrows fallin' from the sun"
Floor growing up to save us from their spite
Sirens scales and maps have tipped for us
Confession heavy chests float like butterflies
We were flightless and under fire for this war
We navigate through the eye
We reach the shore
The wait is light
The weight is light
Labels: alarming truthness, artform, confession, graphic journal, poetry, Primessa
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