When time permits and salty ships are dredged onto the shore
and growing space can now replace what chaos was before
the waves of thought you all have sought may soon begin to tide
the broken boards of ocean hordes have lost their place to hide
now ashore they evermore will burn with holy fire
their garments blaze to warm the face of those who can't expire
and may the light so reach the blinded eyes of those at sea
that they might land upon the sands of grace along with me.
posted by Jason Shaw @ 4:00 PM
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