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Unmarked by That Voyage
“Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.” - Anne Sexton
Silently and gracefully,
we climb aboard the boat.
When all makes sense at last,
death’s relaxing, and serene.
The gentle rocking of the liner
adds to mellow tempers all around.
A lady in furs is as calm
as the day God rested.
We move across a sea that’s barely glimpsed,
like train stops during night journeys.
All that remains of history, and life,
is little symbols on our shades.
A scar across the neck, a paleness...
Yet all else is perfected.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.” - Anne Sexton
Silently and gracefully,
we climb aboard the boat.
When all makes sense at last,
death’s relaxing, and serene.
The gentle rocking of the liner
adds to mellow tempers all around.
A lady in furs is as calm
as the day God rested.
We move across a sea that’s barely glimpsed,
like train stops during night journeys.
All that remains of history, and life,
is little symbols on our shades.
A scar across the neck, a paleness...
Yet all else is perfected.
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