All of us experienced
minor damage
as We comfortably duck
in a calm water
of anchorage,
a slight movement of the water -
from the wakening of a powerboat-
is changed into an alarming sways of little waves.
A vile word,
a very simple bad word
can create little waves
that soon became turbulent waves.
How can we survive the voyage?
How can others cross the oceans?
...when on our journey
YOU-
who is one of our inspiration
creates high monster tides?
None of us will ever survive...
yesterday,today and tomorrow,
storms were/are/will be testing the strength of our hulls...
smelling the same shit it brings...
every minute...
that drags us all to 'Thy Kingdom Come'...
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