Didn’t I
long
for solitude,
I would escape
no floods,
no tears.
If
my fingers
held
no rings,
I would
chain myself
to the
white whale.
So we both
draw each other,
as part
of
the vortex,
into
the abyss.
Didn’t I
long
for solitude,
I would escape
no floods,
no tears.
If
my fingers
held
no rings,
I would
chain myself
to the
white whale.
So we both
draw each other,
as part
of
the vortex,
into
the abyss.