Across the river
Styx
we came in boats
made of the
memories of doubts
and with us
brought
the hope of
desolation
that it might be
resolved
by he who
made the river
flow strong
that we would
strengthen
our resolve and
encourage life
to return
to those from
whom
it was taken so
early on;
but, our passage is corrupted
by rising tides
and currents
and our fragile
boats
dissolve into
time and space
and we sift
through the
atmosphere like
spirits
who bodies died
again
in the river of
end times.
11Mar16
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