Used to sleeping on the water.
Used to fleeting riddles
On the whims of tides beneath her
Making satire from her thirst
So we could purge the salt and blame.

Used to contradictions
In the elegies she overhears,
So pure as mud and masquerades
To canonize the idol sayings
Used to drain what’s left of
Her for bathing in our pain.

Used always to sinking.
Used as winters worth of strain.
Used to suffocating in the dark
We use to speak for her,
And used for every evening
When our sleep forgets her name.

#Melbourne #Australia

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