never meant to be floating along the water
ever so eloquently she would whisper things to me:
"die amongst one thousand and one men tonight, die for me!"
until the efforts of mighty hierarchies
flooded through the sinking galley
never to "float, sink, or die" she swore
paddling her oar.
"I may not be human, divine, or dead.
But as long as I'm living,
I focus to keep far apart from each, as the Sailors of Greece to Charybdis of the Sea".
