APRIL 14 1912

Soon I shall be gone into the void

into the cold cold spaces between these stars

while this water supports me

and my life thus far


the past is all I know

and has stopped here


take me from this pool

this manger of death

my will fades

I begin to see shades

of something I never knew


Goodbye cruel ship

cruel fate

I must not be late.


APRIL 14 1912 ►


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