Wealth of spirit
Like a woven garment
Made of gold and sorrow and listing back and forth
From the waves
of you

I once noticed
My fortune
Carried on the backs of
Forgotten visions
of you

That momentary lesson
I learned
When asking for your attention
Was interrupted
by you

I was dead in the water
Caught in a basket of laughter
And stories of insanity
But my bastions were breached
by you

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