Afloat, Untethered

Stranded on an estuary in a vessel that carries me

The wind whispers ballads of shores I am to reach

Some further up ahead, some past which I've already been.

Some west, some east, and to each hymn I pay heed.

No sail nor oar to accompany me

afloat listlessly, you best believe I'm free.

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A Dead River is All I Want

From every direction strong torrents meet

Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.

Upstream, downstream, what stream? Come see

me stand still and unravel in a stagnant sea

of my own making.