pay the river toll
and from this bank of styx
I'll cross my Rubicon
standing on the bow
i choose this passage for myself
like prophecy or fate
but taking instead the mantle
of the wolf for its loneliness
and the single cry
that no one understands
but fears nonetheless
with the primal shivers
that shakes them down from
indivisible numbers
into the loneliest one
and then we together are alone
in this wide grey shore
Dido and I again
one by fire
two by sea
and so we'll stand together
on the Styx's far shore
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