Ribald 8/17
Reaching out towards anyone passing who looks like they may have anything more then themselves
This is a ceaseless ship moving over the horizon some great ark of lost souls in unison in conjunction with the ebb of the sea
All along the towers of the world these lepers move along subway cars and public squares reaching out spindly fingers their tiny hands
The lurching of the sea of life will move them on before they become too unsightly will move all of us along before then it will
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