Three by Three Stacked

No place to lay head 
So rung after rung presents
Stacking to heaven 

The Demon of God
Messenger and Mechanic
Each staking their claim

Each claiming their post 
On night not so much becalmed
But a moonless dark 

The ship maintains form
As quarters four fill pockets
And I fill the voids

Abyssally pure
Which is to say in the end
Each shines a silver

Not overloaded
Two steps across line improved
Greatly over one

So I stack quarters
These stacking nicely against/within
A night so empty

"Not always Villains
Threaten hull of The 5 Wood
Sometimes it's silence/boredom."

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