Staggers forward on a board in a sea

Deep tears sting behind eyeballs
knew you would go
but a drop falls again when the master of sorrow closes up the roads
let me free from your anguish
it is not the goal you seek
the ego chases further to avoid a fall in its own black lake
the spirit shiver by its missing
denied by no one
and found by nothing
your sweat
is the salt of your forgotten soul.

Tarn

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