In the Alcyone of a life
The images of the sea, from
atop the cliff,
Are noblesse; but noblesse to
be obliterated
And the bones to be kept as
relics
In the Alcyone of a life, to be
reached once,
Then obliterated.
Then obliterated.
- Anatol Cordua (c) 2017
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