• I stand in the prow and look out across the endless sea.
    I search and scout, scour and squint.
    But I still see no sign.
    The glassy surface reflects all it sees,
    All save me.
    I am alone it seems, no albatross to wear or to keep me company.
    The brine washes over still open wounds in the fool whose reflection cannot be seen.
    I wait for the moonless night for then my ship stands in a sea of oil.
    I watch the blackness seeing none but a mask,
    A mask I've worn for what seems an eternity.