R. J. Frogvarian
Wandering hands of rough earth,
Desire untold through them crossed.
Desire they will heed at any cost,
In Desire they will prove their worth.
To new life! To immaculate birth
Of a companion embossed
With loss and lost, too quickly lost,
Before any mirth.
Only stirred waves remain;
Forth they beckon the heart
To seek the closure it craves.
Was there anything to gain?
Was it an end, or just a start?
As you fight beneath the waves.
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