Sailing

March 1, 2012
The board is a sea of numbers
Swallowing my entire being
Teeth like biting waves
Hunger like I’ve never seen

The numbers fill me
Entering through my eyes
He encase my brain in steel
Yet they release my mind

Twisted black and blue design
The decorate the wall
The scene of the crime

Numbers connect for me
A puzzle of sort
Brought together by pen
Made sense in short

A click in my mind
A zing of ease
In this picture
I’m sailing the sea





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