In that extended passage of time

I stood vindicated of my crime

Handicapped by the pauper’s disease

And by fate and nature’s fees

Tears and sweat were the waters of brine

Preservative of dreams like a lonely fisherman’s line

For the man that is lost to the bearings of love

Sails the seven seas for a woman’s trove

Thieved of destiny, fishing in a gender’s sea

An angler playing roulette, in the wild and the free

A man that was abandoned by all he knew

Of kith and kin, who in time he outgrew

As he awaits alone with no color or dime

Walking down the aisle, as the bride of time


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