Phlebas

bypushkine©

Once I knew her island call. My siren
Sang from deep within the crags, her song's knife
Slicing away intellect. I willed speed

Onto my sure destruction, undue speed—
For in languor should one dream a siren
And her bed, as the shore's sharp stones will knife

Through hull and body soon enough. Her knife
I called Love, or the promise of its speed.
Wrecking on these rocks stilled song, stilled siren.

Now, siren, guide your knife. Its thrust, my speed.




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Trigger 16, Form Q (Tritina)

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