I do not know what is said in the 12th commandment.
"Maybe something about the wind and the estuary," you say.
I hear your voice.
I imagine salt scraped off waves,
and waves sundered on the shore.
I imagine a barge seeking space. Getting, not
getting.
I do not know what is said in the 12th commandment.
"Maybe a terse tale about an eternal journey,
faraway, with a simple ending."
And someone will depart; though I know not for long.
Perhaps stars are honed
at first light.
I imagine time carried away by the river.
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