Pounding through the waves
jouncing like a cork
twisting in the churning rift
body-bending torque
Sinking dip, springing rise
sideways sudden jerk
back and forth across the moon
the mast swings half berserk
Praying it will stop
this voyage can't end too soon
I'll soon be flat out on my back
staring at that moon
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