VI. Paradigm Shifts

Acquiescence

After day 28
she stopped counting the days
since she stepped
aboard

“Home
is where
the heart is,”
she whispers to her shadow.


Inventory
 
She wakes,
angrily.

Again on her raft
compass has gone missing
lost to the sea.

Oar, canteen, bag and
ocean remaining,
Again.

Of hands,
there are 2
of lips, 2,
of bodies, 1,
of thoughts
hers;
Alone.


“Beasts”

The daemons
remain,
hate is their
amusement.

And they descend
upon
the tired,
bored,
lost,
lonely

Only virtue
–a near impossible feat–
Saves
the few
from transforming
into these same
beasts.

IV. Adaptation

“Addicted”

From fruit of the land
he tattoos his page
ink in hand,
ink in skin,
ink in veins,
scratch the ink,
down
and in.
Adrenaline,
addicted.
This ink
scratching
is how he’ll live;

Pushing ink in.


“Hair”

Rich mahogany
hair
has lightened
to birch in places
dried.
She cares not
how she appears,
but imagines
the peculiar expression
of passing sea faring witnesses
with mouths agape.
They might wish
to save her
from the sea.
She would
kindly ignore the offer,
barter supplies,
bid farewell,
and sail on.