Two halves.
A gap in the middle
levered up when the big ships come.
Rails of iron
painted end to end
year on year
started again.
Two strangers
met in the middle.
No words transfered.
Just a look to say
we can go our separate ways.
The weights that tied them down.
The winds that blew them around.
The waves that roared below.
The currents that pulled them away.
Amongst the power of slow decay.
They stayed.
Steadfast amongst the mists.
They held hands.
Fingers entwined.
Breaths out in front.
Taken up
Combined.
Joined together by the power.
The forces that devoured
slowly ground them down.
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