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The Last Aversion
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There is a white ship sailing over beautiful waters: it shines like a simple flame or a star. If you ever saw it, you would run at once towards it into the waters and drown. But, like most, blinded and averted of eye when it comes, you hear the water lap against its bow and fear it! struggling to climb an impossible cliff to familiar land, until, at last, too weary, you fall back into a dark sea where the boat will assuredly find you: your face shining like a simple flame or a star after you drown. |
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Poem © Blake Steele 1998
Image © Blake Steele 2010 |
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