Red Sun in the Morning

Unsheathed at break of day in crimson flooding light.
Sailor, beware the red sun coiling in the bearded morning dew.
and know the eternal storm waits beyond the sweetly smothered berth.
where dark dreams twist disturbed within the tethered chrysalis.
and deep still waters rage monstrously to engulf the bladed spirit.
whose choice becomes to drown of thirst or drink the salty brine
of unrelenting normality and endlessly miscarried expectation.

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