A manilla galleon
floating on foreign waves
away from your dreams
and into my incredulous hands
catches fire on the seas of burning,
swirling darkness
beneath the glassy surface
of barely audible light
a shipwreck rings out
like tinnitus in your ears;
cup them to my chest
and you will heard your own cries,
your lost sailor's sighs
wash up on beaches of unpromised gold.
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