The Knot

tied around the heart of a sailor
holding his hands closer to his face
waiting at the edge of an air bridge
steps (seconds) away from home.
Finally taking leave
from untold horrors or nothing
this audience will never discern.
Hands move
eyes open
and there
beyond reason
is the world left vacant
sprawling to accommodate a type of expectation
filling every possible mote of space
as though it existed all along
never once having been called into question.

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