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Afloat in Everafter
I swim in perfect circles
with lilypad princes
a-bow before me, until ripples
pop my glide:
my crystal slippers crack aglow.
Do not touch me,
I have risen from my cross.
Its timbers sigh, and howls
issue from every crevice,
creaking in the remembrance
that I have nailed its hands,
bound its feet: its wood
not virgin.
Under cover's night
I hurry cruise past Circe's farm
through the forest to the meadow
where Furies' graze
where Sirens echo.
Riddled with stares and stars,
I plow my haunted soil anew,
no turning back, nor mourning;
again the dogwood grows in doubting rain.
My seed is pain,
I lack the hoe to weed it out.
I am my prince; I rule myself
as if I were a fawn to no hunter
way past my afternoon.
Not speed, nor arrow in no quiver
may deliver me
for swans do not soar in Everafter
but know to avoid the banks
where Furies mingle with the rabble.
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Copyright (c) 1992 by Cecilio Morales