The scene's a blue barge
on a green river. Twilight.
Many lights on land: a
society, a world. The illusion
of a fixed place moves
away from me like this barge,
becomes a far point of view,
a watcher on a river dock.
Then I'm darkness
falling, and soon the
darkness itself, then
nothing, & I am not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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