Tanner Brockwell

i knew the dark recess and tossing waves. they were in my bones, the passage unwrit. oh a journey oh. there was the interminable wait, the hardship. the anxious advent before the letters changed. not without precedent, not without friends. the cold hunger pang. one way, one way. one chance, one day, to whisper i have arrived. beneath the star. how very far. to be found so complete before the nights long sleep, and i would wake upon a new land.

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