perfidy

sailing to singularity
perfect regularity
of waves hitting hull
perfecting simplicity
elective duplicity
of ebb and flow
of wax and wane
excited yet dull
trailing my perfidy
no train so tame
eliciting energy
treacherous thinking
my ship is sinking
because I’m bereft
of the ability to
not see the hole
and knot the whole
inciting incendiary
wrecking my wake
thinking of what it will take
to push me onto port
i sort and sort
and a braille breeze
felt and not seen
is not enough
not enough
to capture
my destiny