all anchors and tow-ropes severed
- not all of them painlessly,
more so for them than for us -
but the river is calling us
and so we drift into the future
with a houseful of memories and love
for sustenance
into a brandnew land
go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining...
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