a start in life
you’ll never be half the man your father is
covered in oil
make strokes for the lifeboat
when the ship went down
you were all alone with the life belt of marriage
exchanged the float for
the trawl net of the growing harvest of time
how the surface glitters
from below keeping it just in sight - just
as the bell curve blows
it is downhill all the way now
how strange it is that
downhill bursts the surface on the way to the stars
look down
see the undulating landscape of the past
the mists in the sunshine
the dark hallows where the dew on the mirror runs black
is this it then
is it all over now that it has just begun
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