The Beaker

Once upon a long time past

in memory here at last

revived from slumber deep

from when I was asleep

listen close, bend your ear

a strange world may appear

buried deep beneath the sand

lies an ocean near at hand

Do not listen to the albatross

nor bear weight you carry ‘cross

from this world a bitter thief

bring only a single painted leaf

Do not spend days in sadness

nor in glad and happy madness

stroke by stroke is how we leave

some quicker without reprieve

Fill the beaker up with stone

until the water stands alone

pristine upon the sweating lip

the maiden voyage, a virgin ship.

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