Institutions of the divine
lay crumbling on your false shores
with the recalcitrant look of love
I pound on regal doors.
Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
calamitous waves deny me from your reach,
with each indelicate blow I must rise anew
no one gives, all must take
that which is their due.
I bear a gentle flower
that thrives only in the deep
through the blazing days at sea
I suffered it to keep.
I watched it drink the salty brine
that I thinned out with my blood
thought its slender leaves fell off
there arose a tiny bud.
From the darkness in my heart
I thought it's root might spoil
but there it stood straight and white
anchored to it's soil.
I arrive at break of day
and will pull it from the mud
from the garden of my heart
the blossom of my blood.
Captain Cur
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