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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4044 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention On the Mole Julius (Michael Sottak) beneath the headland before we weighed anchor you asked me before the Suez and the grommet scuttle and i couldn't answer not before the wind-funnel Red Sea blew hard against the oil not before turning north when you asked me again the question that rode my mind all those days you stood on the bridge wing in the Arabian wind under a bowl of stars i admired your patience the distance between rising moons unravelled much folly i underlined our difference in age parried for time time i no longer have and you want to know i hold out my hands but the words never come the seabouy at Hormuz blinks once as we pass |
