Here I float, anon, alone,
Buoyant, floating; Sea of Shadows.
I dimly remember a What and When,
floating ‘lone, The Opal Sea; wild throes.
Of Kismet, of Queen,
of enemies Unseen,
of Wool and Sheep,
of Eirinn’s greenest Trees,
Timeless trap, to which I am thrown,
Sea of Shadows, surrounding me,
Ever. Anon. I float alone.
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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.