Insensitive to a fault, you can scan this
harbor with my eyes - the way I see it, or
you can walk away and leave it all at this :
the monkey on the nautilus string, the men
drinking beer, the outside diners, braving the
damp and the cold. It's all over before it starts.
Unless. Unless you yourself elevate it all.
Take a paroxysm's final crush and let it
bleed you deadly - you'll be back
before the coming dawn.