with its one start and one end.
I've been on the river all my life
treating the current like ocean swells
and wondering what solid land
would feel like below my wrinkled feet.
My feet have shrunk
without the weight to stretch them.
The water whisked their strength away.
Once I found a slipper along the muddy bank.
I slid it on my foot and it slipped right off
breaking along the pebbled bed
into sparkling shards.
Perhaps things on land are not as solid as they seem.
As for me, the river is my only road
and I will drift down to the sea.
As I sleep I hear them calling behind me.
The Lady, the Lady,
The Lady of Shalott...
I hope they find her.
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