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Until I hold you
And smile, because I no longer
Wander like ulysses, I
Will think of leaving my boat:
sinking down until
The songs of the siryns are lost
To the embrace of heavy waters
And the eyes of the deep,
Which are many and one
which shed and drink the water
Which are glimmers in the darkness,
Drink my memory.
In the tide of far shores
As you travel like erikkson
You may glimpse my bones like dolphins
skipping close to shore
to guide you home.