as heavy as a dead man dragged across land on a travois
he were the scavenger of light
as it lay dying too on the long horizon to the west
chasing the sun in its strange circles tagged by the moon
he struggled toward a desolate future from a destiny past
and dissolute
his cargo silent within
like a tomb inside a boat
and that cargo was life
and it hummed with mystery
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