Coracle
Downriver,
Nearing the sea and thrashing tumult,
The Great Undoing of all the structures
That kept me afloat
Are set to fail.
I foresee the danger.
My purposes uncertain,
My compass awry.
Currents and eddies have conspired
To whirlpool each dizzying step
And threaten to drown me
In a vortex.
My destination grows unclear
Before my journey is complete.
A spinning coracle
Adrift on a crashing sea.
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