I have reached the shore
Of the broken landing stage
What am I to do?
To manage and step out
Or fix it that others may use?
I'm trapped in, in a refix
In the water amongst detritus
Waiting to feed the sharks.
I'm clutched to the lush hyacinth
And the water by it blue green colour stinks
But this is where
We all defecated before
Where life's water we made turbid
Turned out to be a chilling drink
Serendipity offers
And drinking like hemlock
We fear that we may die
And that's how we get heaven or hell
Bearing on our own deeds.
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