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J M W Turner - Snow Storm 1842
strapped to the mast, I recite it so
to show what I saw, I had to know
no dramatisation of emotion took place
I was there, my friend
in that space
eyes half closed, hope half lost
I remained in situ, hung the cost
experiencing peril, making it through
I don't know why
just something I do
I tell it, paint it, not for you to understand
we're all mere travellers
in an unmapped land
some see the landscape
horizons and sky
some see beyond it
haze to decipher, untie
to see not just out
but inwards and deep
memories forged in sanity's keep
felt through a thread
connection outside
a cerebral quiver
it's perhaps best to hide
never far from the harbour
safety in sight
it doesn't detract from
a long dark night
ropes secure me
physically survive
though I'm always unraveling
will never thrive
I've seen the storm
experienced the eye
not laboured but battled
of all I did try
storm after storm
even after the break
each overwhelming
oft more than could take
to map out the sight
the feel of the wave
wake with the mist
its power to save
feel each brushstroke
absorb the strive
know this truth
it's good to be alive
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