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Grief thief of time crawls off, / The moon-drawn grave, with the seafaring years, / The knave of pain steals off / The sea-halved faith that blew time to his knees,
The old forget the cries, / Lean time on tide and times the wind stood rough, / Call back the castaways / Riding the sea light on a sunken path, / The old forget the grief,
Hack of the cough, the hanging albatross, / Cast back the bone of youth / And salt-eyed stumble bedward where she lies / Who tossed the high tide in a time of stories / And timelessly lies loving with the thief.
Now Jack my fathers let the time-faced crook, / Death flashing from his sleeve, / With swag of bubbles in a seedy sack / Sneak down the stallion grave, / Bull's-eye the outlaw through a eunuch crack
And free the twin-boxed grief, / No silver whistles chase him down the weeks' / Dayed peaks to day to death, / These stolen bubbles have the bites of snakes / And the undead eye-teeth,
No third eye probe into a rainbow's sex / That bridged the human halves, / All shall remain and on the graveward gulf / Shape with my fathers' thieves.