ONE 

a gleaming ray breaks the fold
flitting feathers fly
upwards, away from the blue
sink

a mast. white and bold.

grainy days are distant memory  
they never told
me
nor did the sand
only the wind knows how far we will sail 
TWO

meat hooks fish hooks Captain Hook
they hold you still until they can't anymore

tides bring us the treasures of all that is lost
leaving that ruddy vessel anchored to the floor

ragged hooks pull and pull
against swirling storms of dust deep down below

now rubble lies beside the peeling paint
too wet to dry
too tired to cry

faithful conjurer or faithless saint?
he knows when to lay his hook to rest

but Captain Hook sailed away that day
he ran away from being a saint

THREE

away from the mossy tenures of your fate
lie forsaken dreams
                                   brazen blackbirds beat
their wind-sails over muddy-mottled shores

sailors feast their eyes on leaf-laden floors
they studied in maps
                                chartered and scribbled
in a frantic race to conquer the wide world

the trees watch in disdain, fearing God
and his army of men
                            the rocks show no fright
they gift the rightful a promise of heaven

it shall stand as it stands
                                         nothing else
FOUR
a child of this world
gazes into the ténéré
     he will not come back
teasing vistas of solitude
break the illusion
     now encased in black
tender strings call
and harmonious voices
     he will not come back
a wandering soul
a mind detached
     now encased in black
the mast is drawn
splintered and torn
     he will not come back
FIVE
he spied through the looking-glass and saw clearly
the ill-scented path
faring over long seas
into mustard ports in mustard lands
azure eyelids opened to the sky
tied to a grief-stricken mast
he spied through the looking-glass and saw clearly
the ill-scented truth
SIX
he laid aside all he owned
leather-bound pages sabre-toothed carvings
swiss-army knife sling-shot ball
he traded it all to climb aboard
Charon's boat

he had seen them sail
many times
to hell and back

he had a choice then
now no longer

assanaghs ilkam d'aglough ilkam d'aglough

those words hummed through the air
soft as the sea song
sung low and dry
those words hummed just as fair

no meaning
no truth
sound and fury
sound of fury
sound fury
silence
bahari
bahiri
bahr

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