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At Last to Stillness

What is this waste of tears

Kept in a bottle on my window sill?

There's a better way for me

No dams of linen

No hands to push them swiftly aside

I will let them spill from my eyes

Like a waterfall carrying

A warrior to Valhalla

My skin will breathe and breathe them in

Then decorated with tears,

This undeniable offspring of the Sea

Will go home

A homecoming to the spider-like webs of foam

That cover those who have been claimed--

I'll walk into her salty arms

To the blue-green crests of splendor

And dissipate like rain

Held victoriously

In the net cast by the gods

Guided at last into stillness


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