if we must under lordly law
but give it up lightly
under the light- not darkness.
I can feel the pulse
thrusting against my ring
the tide tugging
the ship of my finger
against its golden anchor.
Keep calm, after all,
we are not adrift
a raft becalmed
but rather let the rift
between life and us
rise slowly like the dawn
and when the soul is full blown
open to the sun
then let us go
and die under lordly law
full of light.
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