Your trembling departure dissolves
the crosses and tombstones of your longing
and curls you into the shore of a new horizon.

Cast off, you voyager
into fresh waters
replete with protozoan possibilities.

Set your sails on sturdy masts,
abandon your mourning and night;
take a naked flight.

The mouth and mind
of a ravenous prospect
await your arrival.

06/09/2002

Posted on 06/09/2002
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