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He was afraid to be alone,
aloneness both the sea
and the ship that moors in Me.
He never got to see
all that ailed him
along the way of Me.
He had set his house
upon shifting sand.
Dependence drew, grew upon his spouse
subtler than any command,
quieter than any could be.
She became his crutch and comfort,
manipulation, enemy.
Even as his house glittered
as though reaching for gold,
not having crossed the water,
he passed on his ailment
to his sons and daughter.
It wouldn’t be his house alone
to draw the termites to its heart.
Another 4 houses would fall apart.

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