The tunnel to the ferryman
I am collecting wadding from the nest of life to line the tunnel walls
The never ending tunnel where there is no light at the end of
The mountain slow down winding road is straightening
The tunnel entrance sits there still in the distance
Under under yon hillside of winked out stars
When walls close in I want them smooth
And soft where they graze the days
Leave no dark blood on the walls
Leave no tears on the floor
Or on the seams of gold
Take my eye shades
Don’t look back
Or forward
Now then
Sleep
S
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