i worried over the necrotic zombified corpse
of a thing that never really lived
and missed the flowers blooming
grabbed a satchel tossed aside by another
hoicked and hoisted and hauled it along
hoping treasure to find
but could not mine the jewels
lodged deep inside the rocks
that at the first river to be crossed
dragged me into deep water
and would drown me there
released i float downstream
bounced and battered by rapids
and dreaming of the sea
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