marred salvation hard-won brined
in the lachrymose soul of the sea
for the cross we’ve counted a chorus of storms
fraught stories of resurrections
naïve fictions of returning safely home
what fools know could fill an ocean
is there value in this pen
do you find value in your words
queer but passing they say i’m leviathan
beneath the water and waiting
tell me what i bother passing for
god is an ocean
for peregrinations and absolutions
so many kneeling on the beach
blinded to the indifference of waves
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