in every breath /a little death
until the last-Surprise!
(we do not know what happens next)
yet in this NOW! each grain of wood
may be analyzed/labelled/understood
Much of this world may still be seen
with a clarity distilled from dreams
i would not wait for death to take me
before i swim these mortal seas
whether coracle,kayak or canoe
there is still much rowing to do!
every voice-each different choice
a fleet of faith -propelled by hope
whispers singing in the winds-
may be Circe,Calliope,Sirens..
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