Poem - The Anchor... after Nesrin Eruysal
and the anchor called...
tempted I moved to the edge......
a dark sea foreboding
a calm blue water inviting
the ongoing dichotomy
the Y of my life, my death
floating there, beckoning
I descend, down, into a new realm
above the vague shapes of a past life, fragments, fading,
in this chosen death I am slave and master
face to face with a past and a beginning
another easy way out, oh to jump again...
into the swirling blue of tomorrow,
buy a book ...buy a book
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