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How I yearned for a house when 

I was a mariner with a ship in a
bottle above the fireplace, the wind
outside would be my friend as I 
floated on the tides of memory.
I became sick of the futility of prayer
and the indifference of the sea God
as I asked him to repair our sails.
As I sleep the wind crashes against windows, 
is the sea God summoning me, I have become
a ship in a bottle. Ghost sits in a rock chair 
whispering story's to the fire-we aspired to be
kings of the sea as the ship was pulled to and fro,
I watched a mermaid intercept a harpoon, perhaps
the sea became sick of killing. I long to be back
on a ship, death wouldn't concern me. I hear the
whales singing to me in my sleep of how they want
a home which is a place of peace.

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