From deep under the sea
Mermaids attach an old machine
The sailor pulls up his net
Expecting to be forgiven for sins yet unforgiven
Or perhaps not yet the voice challenges him
To run home before she forgets
A dream cloaked in the sweat soaked sheets
Pushed away in a clumsy arrangement of folds
Childrens toys sitting on the ground
A machine, a wheel, a mermaids dream.
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