Victory — Woman Metamorphosing into a Boat with Angels

for Simone Muench

Awake ye and come sailing: I think you have angels caught in the riggings of your hair: I say monkey fist: you talk about the latitudes: I go on continuously about pitch, roll, and yawl: you see the whale spouts and spindrifts: you are swinging the compass now: I fear the jibe: but you have faith in your preventer: I think it’s weird there’s no figurehead: you warn me to stay away from the cathead: all this time I thought I might have the figure to pull off an angel: you box the compass now: I’m all sea sickness and Arc of Visibility: you set a course: and the jacks all reply: Aye, aye

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