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8.7.14 I am the boatman

I will get you across
this cold cursed river

I will row
and you can rest
you’ve paid your toll
you done your best

close your eyes
and lie down in that old wooden boat
let the waves rock you to sleep
and let the moans
serenade your eyelids down
into a deep deep slumber

let your tears fall
to the river of all tears
and let your sorrows
drown in the murky liquid
beneath each of our feet
never to return again

on the other side,
it is greener,
I promise,
I’ve seen it

it’s full of lights
and the lights never dim,
waver,
or break
the warmth will fill you
even before you reach the shore,
but you must endure this boat,
and this boatman