| The Tide |
| Olden and bare golden and rare trickery thoughts wars I fought still I fight enter the night misconceived? deep bereaved ignoring pleas days to seize life to lead burning need slashed opening deep reckoning predict the tide the forecast hide rough and biting cool and inviting spawns fantasies red possibilities sole existence lost in duality left is the side to stay inside right, the might to quash a plight in invisible ink a ship will sink the anchor dropped tide is stopped only by me |