Seeking Samuel Taylor


The mind, a map of missive source-
The heart, a compass of divorce-
The ticking, beating, bulging tread
Upon, below, beside a thread
Connecting water, weary streams,
Into dimensions building dreams
Exposing subtle sorrow, loss-
A Coleridge laden albatross-
The beak, a feather, and a bone
Extinct except for dust and stone-
Beneath the ocean in a shoal,
I trek the temperamental soul
Intent to know the water's wrath-
Experience; forgotten path-
The Mariner of ghostly glee
Involves a rather costly me-
An apparition's murky bank-
Resplendently, to walk the plank
Exposing fret, the wedding bell
Enumerates a crusty shell-
Perhaps I dwell and tell the tale-
Ignoble nature setting sail
Beyond a banner lost at sea-
Concessions- none shall look for me-
And some dead poet seems to boast,
Reminding me I am a ghost ...

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