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Now and again remember the sound
Of the waving helpless
The cables wrapping one into knots so strong
You're at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath
A substance, so dark yet

Four winds converge upon a point where compass
Spirals in useless motions mocking everything
While bilge
Your cupped hands attempt to shovel out the few inches
And you plead with the gods but send you no sign

Hold on sailor, on brother
Steady, the
Tall of ghosts at sail
spend the afterlife

In futile calculation, reckoning
confuse the sails, direction is lost
The winds will spiral round a tapestry
And left all alone under the shine of the moon

on sailor, tighten the cables
Steady, the
It's a good if you don't weaken
on, hold on