when my skin was cleanthe sea still my brother would tell me of a manwith waves of skin that ran his body coldall he wishes was all the seven seasbut his body too frail and pockets to low to gowith a oar and a soul he stolehe finally set sailbefore he could reach his final love the boat was consumedeach wooden plank sunkfilling the boat with more black wateruntil nothing was lefthe would stay t...