That gnaws at the rocks like a dog
On a chain. O you, can it be
That I will never touch you?
Above me the wheels and the cogs
Reel, keeping time in a blue
Sky that is timeless. The storms
That have yet to punctuate wait,
Thick as fear beyond far horizons,
The only event in this place.
An ocean as deep as a heart
Will roil up in anger apace.
Here there is nowhere to start,
There is nowhere to go. The pounce
Of the waves fizzles, parts.
In the distance white ships toss;
I watch the wild foam break.
When the dark consumes the gloss
I want to be your lighthouse.
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