I am moving along a silent sea,
Peace in spite of me;
Place in the oar, take a dip;
Blackness encapsulates that sip.
In that dual meaning, preferred genuine,
If the opaque can define;
Something bigger than breath, blood, and soul,
When a hand reaches out to the forever-coal.
Never to return home, a voyage into eternity,
Never to decay, humanity's lasting maternity;
The tether cut, and the clock runs low,
The stage takes it final bow...thanks to the impresario!
