Unstrung the knot of my heart,
Loosed the chords that held me,
Let slip the quick fish of memory,
To flash in the green sea depths,
Among uncounted schools:
Alive, nameless, free
In the vast expanse
Of open water
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Over the bowsprit, where the ship plows the new waves ,
cascades of white stampedes rear and plunge ahead,
racing across the surface. Blocks of sunlight
angle through the deep, like shifting cathedrals
built on the abyss. I still hear the sirens choir
through the years, the child, enthralled,
leaning too far over the rail...
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