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It is said that no man is an island
yet I have sailed these waters and
seen one exactly thus.

Puzzled by my siren’s song,
he came to hear her and
she found herself, for once, without a song to sing.

Now she stays alone in her abalone bed,
confused and voiceless.
-Wide tessetura of seduction abandoned
and staccatissimo left on the hearts of her victims.

He was born to sail,
His blood runs thick with it
like the very salt of the sea
or the endless protein polypeptide chains
which halo and surround him in golden glory.

He is gratified in his solitude and
takes no comfort in the bows of this ship
or any other.

This ship sails on, but it continues to
stop off at the island now and then
just in case.