Out of the closet

With my finger firmly in the dyke I say
What did I know of what behind it lay

The sea is piling up outside
Gathering it’s mighty tide

Someday there will be naught to do but drown
I’m the net in the match tween sea and ground

I did not care to go to sea
Instead those waters, they found me

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Poets united.

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