watch perpetual

having  marshaled the facts

of the event that had

such a deleterious effect

on your psyche
you wish for disorder
         the found equation

         too cleanly

         leading to

         a revealed future,       

            (presented by

             another amber     

                     sunset)

,as hardtack

to wash down

with the

brackish dregs

of aspiration
still

you

push the prow

toward that

illusion of redemption
one hinted at

on all the charts

– as abstract symbology 

  or cryptic phrases

scratched in faded

India alongside 

depictions of

the Kraken

or sirens
confounded by shifting stars

you follow the song

along inaccurate shorelines

and toward horizons that rise

endlessly before you
weary

from never being relieved

          from your shift

              standing watch
(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead 

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