Departing From the Anchor

On the dock, we took a step into the storm
When wood glades are full of colorful forms,

We were both awed and warm as we spoke
Many of us believe life is a joke

The winter sun sparkled as it set west
Kissing my crying child, I hold it to my breast

We fantasized over a world without ailments
After an exhibition, snap public impalement

Due to the wuthering event, my mood can shift
In a wild sea of turmoil, we felt our lives adrift

I'm retracted by the unexpected rage
Some have died or escaped over the ages

It urges me to be humane to my brittle chunks
Quit obeying bail, leapers, striders, and drunks

I relax when I find my vitality still in my core
Yet I tried and couldn't find any doors

Windy gusts beat the glaze, making it elegant
To execute it in virtually every element

Perusing the Apocrypha in the glow of a fire
Excessive nothingness may render a man a liar

I waited, expecting a spectacular twist.
The ridiculous spike and rope on the wrist.

Written: May 29, 2023

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