more datablend and a poem

“in the event of fire,
please commit my ashes
to the river,

so I can run down out
back to the ocean and
i could start again.

the little brown and faded
blue houses on either bank
could smile as the water

took me past, they would know
what it’s about, of course,
having seen so many

humans pass within their walls.
the trees, too, would understand perfectly,
and bow a bit in satisfaction.

the real treat would be getting there,
the end, the complete delta
and meeting-place,

and there you would be, all the
family and thoughts and deep
moon-ridden dreams,

waiting there, at the edge of the ocean, and looking forward to
the trip.


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