ARRIVEDERCI
Coming and going - who the hell knows -
I've been here before the Titanic, that
much I'm sure of. I reached with both
hands for that pier-side woman who
swore she'd help, but we lost that
grip at the farrago. Water swirled
around my head like some regular
freaked-out sideshow stageman,
and I went down to the Nautilus deep,
Davey Jones' locker, Poseidon's home,
Octopus' garden with you. Name it
whatever you will, it still smarts
all the same.
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