Logarithmic Drift

The moonlight drifts in logarithmic thought

through blooming shores of blue Forget-Me-Nots

—a skeleton adrift upon a yacht

while butterflies flutter through shadow knots

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Breath, like a vow, becomes a satin stole

Lullabies from childhood calm the shock

What can one do when life begins to fold

and crashes into metamorphic rock?

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Find the ghostship and hide in cargo hold

—or gaze at the river, redeeming dreams

Rivers whisper secrets to injured souls

death's but a transformation in life's scheme

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As Forget-Me-Nots in misted domains

I open my arms and invite the rain