sink, swim

Today is cruel fate and
yesterday a thorn
but grace dawns on
the morrow, glimmering
like diamonds riding
the gentle ocean glass.
And our hearts
are like ravens
And our souls
are like boats
But our spirits
are wild as a song
and they keep rising past
the wound of the sunset
the poetry of trees
to push higher against
the wind, to
straddle the cosmos and
breathe the stars.
So to this ship
softly sinking and
their black-eyed sailors,
to their tales
gently dying and
heroes in arms:
keep sailing
keep rowing
keep speaking
keep on.
Let it die
let it die
let it die with a grace.
Let it move
let it breathe
but never
let
it
stop

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