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Tide's Fist
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Tide's Fist

Poem By Lazarus Knix

The canvas of this sea glitters with the silhouettes of battleships,
Like children they seesaw on it’s chaotic, chopped surface
A lighthouse awakens, burning luminous circles in the moonless night
While a sharp wind purrs and carries ice-
To each warm surface which permits.

The Captain navigates with silent resolve
As the wind intertwines, advances, evolves.
The lighthouse whispers “Consider my warmth! ”
The Captain replies “Our home isn't port”
Beneath him, The tide's fist tightens his grip…

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