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CAROL BORZYSKOWSKI
Sail Away
It is not enough to have the bottom drop
out, or gaping holes appear in the fabric
of your world, because nausea sweeps
you through that, but the blank wall of time
stark, bleak, stretched into murky dimness
your eyes can never penetrate, no chance
forever in fact, that, is what stops you,
kills the desire even for self-flagellation.
Yawning emptiness, knowing you will survive
not knowing why you should. Heavy cold
airlessness, not even self-pity can survive
that amount of barrenness. Worse yet,
when your eyes turn inward to delve,
dissect and review, blankness invades
there too. No pictures form, no breath stirs,
no sounds, no feelings of any kind to hold,
that is the final image: the empty boat
that carries you out to sea not caring,
not feeling, not even knowing when you leave
Copyright CAROL BORZYSKOWSKI
(all rights reserved; To copy or translate this poem, please contact the poet)
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