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N A DREARY SHIP NAMED CASPER, Born of Psyche and alabaster. Eternal ending and linear wonder, Forever sinkinggoing under. There I stood among the masses, Cursing our thankless captain, Who, on his shoulders, two birds rest, Cardinal East and Cardinal West. How now should I progress, go on? What now should I place balance on? Where nowFor nowIn limbo lies, This vessel drowning in the sky. Sapphire saturation laps at its edges, Ashes of an ending Everest. And as I stand, forlorn in manner, I steal a glance at our commander. While crewmen, together, stand seasick and shaken, He remains at the helm, cast out and forsaken. Blood stains his hands like a misinformed ember, Condemnation always loves the messenger. A villain for guiding the souls of man, Offering aid and outstretching a hand. As if it were he who severed their threads, The one who told rivers to no longer run red. In reality the finality that adorns his name Is to help us across this phantom plane. The boat rises further upflirting with sea level and briny water erodes my face as I’m buried in this maritime meadow. So, in this inverted sea, I smile And slowly start to reconcile With past, future, and present’s demise I open my mouth and let in the sky.
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