Daylight dims, preparing minds to lay hush
during talbeus under lunar spotlight
Canvas tells of tragedy through a brush
gripped by vagrant fingers filled with frostbite
Eyelids serving as view points for foreseight
drift from shallow senses to deeper thoughts.
Tinted shadows will froth forth in twilight
fog and bloom the blankets at fifty knots.
Numb sensations wash the deck off a yacht
soaked upon the salivating ocean,
thus the dreams of peaceful retirement caught
gulping down in sudden weightless motion.
Razor white-caps floss with remnants of hull;
waves of slumber clash inside the old skull.
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