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Build me an underwater boat a crew

of two might handle. I’ll be your gray god


among waves. Dreams of drowning, of rescue,

of shear waters. The same ghost shark that’s gnawed


on you gnawed me, I see. From a strange wave

we both were born. From the shark that chants, shark


that mourns. Build for me the boat that I crave.

To slip through seas. To plunge into the dark.


To sink. To descend. Crushing depths do not

frighten me. — Only being lost from you does.


Only a life spent on land. We: sea. We:

brine. Come: be mine. A crew of two. We’re what


ghost sharks dream of. All that spumes. All that sluices.

All that fathoms. Love deep as the high sea.