moves with the moon
swells with the tide
up and down, it knows it will be home soon
straight and firm, yet scarcely as thick as string
stands with its friends
shelters a king
old and worn, it gets stronger as it bends
back and forth, as random as chance can be
determines fate
represents me
deaf and dumb, yet regards both love and hate
tall and proud, the standard for wrong and right
treasured by God
kept polished bright
strict and fair, imprisons with a brief nod
~ ~ ~
vast and full, locked up inside four foot five
left long ago
cannot arrive
black and white, himself he will never know
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