A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "Sea without waterspreads white bonescrumbled flat and bleachedlike parchmentwhere I walked.But this scrawlscratching my wakeis without historybereft of raimentto clothe my fate.Sky has lost its cloudsto some ragged windthat never runs agroundthese shoals revealedon paths untrod.Wind heaves wavesunseen in the shella cup of promise unfulfilledthe rank lie of saltthat bites my tongue.I dwelt by a sea, onceetching historiesalong the endless strandin rolling scrollsof flotsam and weed." ―Rumours of the SeaFisher kel Tath
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