an apotheosis
a vagrant i walked a
coast far off
the sand saw the
worships of many
others bear down full of hope and not knowing
to make any answers for
their joy not for me
nor any
to be found in the fire i raised
or the sun i protested there when
the tide withdrew me
out, then in
i would
not see for fear of the salt
down, down, by time and
chill
brine
i
made myself the vanquished
sea
god blind and useless,
flailing after the
faithful on the water
dying of thirst
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