Taijitu
Hang
me
like an
albatross
'round politic necks
condemned to ghost ships sailing on
contrary horizons, swabbing decks, absorbing filth.
Row
me
across
enchanted
waterways where both
harpies and gryphons chastise yet
amuse, circle tall masts, buffet swollen canvases.
Let
me
Embrace
yin and yang
light portends little
sans ominous dark depths; tango
during downpours, sleep as sun shines, welcome autumn leaves.
