Lifes Abstract Question---Rips

I brought before a mast to sail
broken bones in salty spit
crushed a word spat with wit
alone beneath the surface far
he cries for more
and less  is too far

She counted the frail age
it seemed stitched on her frame
bogus clown stole her virginal frown
and on a river road
a horse rode to be thrown

Each Dark barking howl
bled into nights vicious scowl
reason if it allows
must watch each Christ eat the vows

Crow speak
tell me news
who will devour this soul I view
for time has struck
against an open door
another place
another floor