Curious Ways

 

I have no dreams, now, to steer my passage
across this vast and empty ocean; no signs
to point me in your direction; no markers
to count the fleeting years and days.

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Each night is long and dark, and stars shine
like beacons on a distant shore, like sparks
fast fading in dawn's approaching light,
like remnants of a world that's set ablaze.

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I am forever adrift on a vagrant tide,
on this unfathomed sea ne'er foretold.
My thoughts are all lost in the tangled,
unraveling threads that I still hold.

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The tattered sail slips from my hand,
and nothing I can do will change this trajectory,
the course I've set on this ship of destiny,
this path I've charted along curious ways.