Wrapped in a shroud, his eyes blotted out,
he can no longer
read from the book of war.
His mouth opens to an ocean of darkness
but makes no sound.
His hands are empty. They hold no stars.
The heavens have been effaced.
There is no way to chart a course.
There is no moon to push in the tides,
no wind to carry him home.
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