sleep beneath the
foam blown waves that
crash against the ancient shore
soon I'll be no more
for by the ocean all things
turn to mist and
drift away
no more day or
endless starry night
no more the lover’s
lamp beside the bed
for I will shed this
mortal flesh
for truer sight and
deepest night
where even gods receive
a perfect rest
beneath the foam blown waves
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