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Refuge
Always when on the land,
Life was too much for me,
Too hard to understand
Too dull; interminably
Robert L. Roe
Routine of drinking glass,
Knife, fork, cane, glove,
Sleep, sin, attending mass,
Pretending love,
T have fled to sea.
The sea has sheltered me,
The sea has swallowed me,
The sea has allowed me
Freedom and death-
Freedom from duty,
Death to the mind.
When each drawn breath is free
Death is not hard to take,
Drinking the wind.
Death to the body
Would have been easier though
In the wild, the ungodly,
The green fluent gorges
That channel Atlantic
From the Dogger to George's.
Robert L. Roe