Sea Work + Sonnet Lines

My mornings are consumed. the Wall of water that is my work day has begun to crash backwards. As I stand on the deck of my ship, out a sea, expecting to watch a storm make landfall, the air ceases & the bottom drops out of the ocean. No near water can avoid the ripple and so I do not get to simply come to dock after the rain. I am forced to fight against a force unbottleable for another chance tomorrow to try to enjoy the calm rock of the sunrise, I survive.

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They beg do not go out into the cold

stay warm inside away from window drafts

let each cautionary degree go past

falling. low receding into the known

Nothing waits, shell up, stay home.