Star Crossed Sailor

Portside
Gentle rolling fertile sea
Starboard
Churning violently
Storm approaches
Inside and out of me
Stars chosen to guide
Cut across the sky
Orbiting straight lines
Following satellites
Knees on the deck
Face raised
Watching them watch
Through mechanical eye
Galaxy expanding
Collapsing
Feel it breathe
Lost in the void
Crushed underneath
Neither fate awaits
All beasts perish
Not today