J Arthur Collins

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There are such times I wish for it's

Swift release, with utter peace.

Sweet, slow drift through river Styx.

 

As void and vacant as inert onyx,

Without so much as a precious breeze.

There are such times I wish for it's


Stream, a sea devoid of devious politics.

An ocean with no use for prejudice.

Sweet, slow drift through river Styx. 


In a world that's choked by epidemics

And ravaged by rampant disease,

There are such times I wish for it's


Currents, coaxing and inviting creaks: 

Where all world's life comes to wheeze.

Sweet slow drift through river Styx.


It all sounds okay, take me, my crucifix,

With a mystical presence, a cruel mistress.

There are such times I wish for it's

Sweet, slow drift through river Styx.