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A Mariner for Aspa

I come before you robed in tears The speechless figure at your threshold In my hands a broken ship On my head a crown of fears

The streets are filled with snakes and so I stand before you dressed in waves My flesh is full of chasms Where the full moons flow

I stand before you drowned in moonlight On circumstantial evenings Under the hammer of night Wrecked by the silent stars And ever and again I come before you in mourning

© 2003-2017 Stephen Taylor
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