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| photo by Toni Frissell |
Beyond repair
I drift back home
Some say life
began in water
that existence was crafted
out of a soup
So I chance to return
add my frame to the mix
Bones are a good beginning
I will keep the obol
locked in my teeth
Ride the sea's billows
ready to deal my way
across the last river
Perhaps I will hear
the mermaids sing
Add my voice
to the sirens' call
Perhaps
the fiery despair
that burns my heart
finally will be extinguished
Even if
I wander the banks
of nothingness
a wraith
for one hundred years
What does it matter?
I am already a ghost.
submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 272, Sunday Whirl, Wordle 205, and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform
