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"The Drowning of Love" by Joe DiMino I sit on a perch Of rock immovable; A wingless bird On an ocean-breaker Sea-washed, looking out A constant flutter Without a lift Toward the horizon A distant mast Between the fore And aft of me Where I am And where I long To sail, just once Above the waves Of course, one could say As the usual ship Take the plunge! An absence of wings No excuse; For clouds are flying Having made with the air A way And thus, with the sea If not a compromise To keep you dry, Stay on the surface With the sky Close to the sun Never sunk Or extinguished In his sentence The sea, indeed, A prison of sorts Whether above or within; On deeper inspection Both the jailer And inmate captors For neither can leave The reflection entirely One in body periodic The other in mind No absolution That which we refuse To free Whatever the lesser evil We own to the soul And there is the rub If no escape The eventual drowning Of even love Leave a comment