The High Seas: Mercy At The Last
"The meaninglessness of a last image is equivalent, regardless of the image."
"Unless it is infinite."
We lay under the stars, in silence more curious than looming. What might these next words be, as a single line departure from a crossroads of crossed swords?
"I like you."
Sometimes like conveys more than love, especially when love looms all around, in every crevice of the hull, and every pore of the skin. In the silence an ancient eagerness builds, hearkening days two decades past.
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