And at the End

Death:
a lighthouse
Guiding Me
Home
I’ve been tossed overboard
lost,
mouth filled with foam

These wet words
cannot tell how
each wave’s breaking
is the Beat, Beat, Beat, breaking
of my endeavour
to tell how
the Tide’s crashing in
is ebbing Me out
back,
to forever.



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