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WRECK TEXT	[ 2000/09/27 ] Aloft, fire shrouds Quickening sail bit twitches Flame pours seaward Down mast, down hatch Alas, to port Naught but ringing sea Waves within tumbling towers Of crashing foam To starboard, no relief Stone: silent daggers Waiting to rend wood To drown weak flesh From the lifeboat, I watched as the storm scattered the souvenirs of my life to the salted sea. Floating, for a moment, upon the surface -- a photograph. Devoured. Under tumult (storm-tossed) Dreams and memories sift siltward, soon to lie asleep Beneath blankets of sand
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