Every ounce of strength
Is dragged away
From the hull
Of this discarded vessel

In flight from the horror
The cyclone of dreams
Where hysteria raves
Into pools
Of lash-drawn sweat

With what I have
I take to the breeze
Atop truthful
And kind-hearted roads

To disembark
Far
From the symphonies of havoc

Spared over
And lulled
Into the frothing
Currents of sleep