Her carved narwhale chastity belt
A myth read wrongly
in stars illomened
Floating prone in a longboat
oakkeeled dream
Pouch story full for nine light years alone
Rationed water drips
Manna down the sail
Her silkworms singing and minding a helm
Intent on artful drifting,
Her fingers rippling time space, So What
She murmurs lushly to the narwhale
Pulling horizon before all craft
On tethering sun
To earth's flimsy purpose
2018
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