⚓ Captain ⚓

The viscous step, baffled conscience without regret. Kneeling on the hardest tar for moments captured in elegance. He stands in your fears for your treatment is distance. Like the dancing moon there finds reprise of indifference in catholic tongue. I’ve found all the words you’d never said, there locked deep in my mind, conscripting the darkness of tapping toes whilst a white light finds suspense for the greatest approach is rough hands held tight to your skin and never let go. Belittled approach this time sees a this nominate the freshest face. Stay True; she says, confined to the rituals of nine to five and living off the lies I left. Be your own advice; needing me less whilst wanting me more. Captured in layered submissions of latent halides, this quivering best is your least kindled. Something finds this silent day with meaning; I’m always in the shadows when that moment gets too much. Riddled in words of poetry there seems a truth which I’m liable to stay with: sit with me by the waters edge counting stones and grains of sand. We can be alive in fate like dancing teens on a ballroom floor. Gasping for air inside this polluted state of history: it’s best to face fear with a wicked smile than to hide with a bitter face. Doused in proportion for the night is alive with heroic segments of atrophy, come away again for this simple rise and taste the skin you have craved. I’m nothing but the witness.