Single-Handed

Cleat off the main sheet

Left, keep the cleat off the main sheet, weather helm your right and translated through simple abrasions of the palm courtesy of rope and cherry oak know God: between the ethereal shriek above and sinking baritone below you, inexplicably, have direction, moment held taut between two eternities and that is Grace: all in the forearms. So sound this world’s darkness to silence, light between the panes illume the animation, movement is the point, do so beautifully all virtue and though I dance vicious through I love the neck between my teeth as every end had begun and point tear point is divine. Gotta whore in the hull my head out the hatch a horizon to snatch and some swells back a seal’s sympathy ‘you’re right they’re all retards back there for real’ and he’s right I’m right and I’m not, gay, or anything like that.