Foghorn

On a shipwreck
Night / freight train whistle
On a distant track

So deep
In melancholy / so strong
As to become something
Else / surrounded in a
Comfortable familiarity

That somewhere between
First sip & last call / where
Time dissolves into pure
Feeling

Like a book read
As a child / underneath the
Blanket with a poor light &
A rich imagination

When
Sleep was just a mosquito
Whispering in your ear &
Sirens only lured sailors
Against the rocks

KE

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