There he was, gone.

J.R.Carpenter.

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we arrive and we have only just ceased leaving we coast along edges ledges legible lines caught in a double bind writing and erasing we write questions call answers keen for replies one coastline implies another, implores a far shore sure, we’ve set foot here before horizon line far as eye can see islands sea between you and me an endless unknown ocean
set sail on home sick ship shape house wreck steer by star light dead of night reckoning know which way the wind blows know where the fish are know where the rocks aren't