Comments about Patrick O'Bryan
I go, though unbidden.
Unbidden, I will pay the fare.
Traveling light, nothing I bear,
But one coin for passage,
From here to there.
I go to that Place, though unbidden.
Leaving this place in which I am hidden.
Hidden in a dark and noiseless place.
Painful and lonely, this finite space.
Yielding that Spark which I hold dear,
Then away from this place of much despair
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At the rivers edge,
Gazing across the flow.
Straining to see that Place
Known long ago.
No Keeper to pay,
No Ferry to ride, ...