i stand
weaving flaming oars
through the air
as the waves
rock my rowboat
unphased by
my inability
to see the
mythical shore
ensconced in
chemtrails of
fiery remembrance
as my rickety
boat takes on
the frigid spray

surrounded by
the hiss of steam
moving to the
backbeat of my
fragmented heart
a lone figure
in swirling flame
dancing alone as
the fury of the sea
controlled by the
apathetic wonder
of the moon’s
stolen light
seeks to drown
the decadent
dissonance of a
fool unable to
ever let go