Anchor
Bathing, forget the illness,
the bleeding, I am the water
come to save you,
drowned sailor.
Polished by the black
deep, my sequin-like
body will heal you.
For the first time
hear you heart, weightless,
steam rising from your body,
skin become yielding and wrinkled.
Tide can take you at
Moon's command,
not to mention
Rain, give you back
what your avarice lost.
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