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.

Poem © Blake Steele 1998
Image © Blake Steele 2010