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Slackened sail against the current

Wolf-wail, moon that turns me

Red stain on my face blooms

The look I left behind

Malaise

Fatigue

Hunger

Exposed

Toxic

Coward

Touched with fire

Sunken leads and lost buoys

Beaten boats, broken traps

Calloused hands and quiet strength

I break with howls of pain

In mania

Depression

In lithium

In solitude

Dysfunction

The elements