Hey Gull,
This is not the sea,
This murky serpent
Lain out 'fore us.
It draws a filthy course
That we both cheat
By crossing different ways.
One side her,
The other I,
And you, neither, nor
Should it be so.
My line draws north yet
Through bricks and mortar
Set against the furnace glow
Of sunset.
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