nautica

for what you do
and what you say
are never the same
and from what I'm told
that's not even your birth name

like soliloquies ringing in my ears
of all the promises that seem austere
coated in golden threads
plated with sheets of lead
and reformed into a hull
to weather the 7 seas
the seven things i see
the seven sides of me
and the one thing
that keeps on lingering