I can hear it now.
It rushes down the
River toward me.
It cries tears of bro-
ken Mirror. It howls,
A freight train of a
Beast. Under its feet
Little porcelain sailors
Are crushed. The shards,
Like splinters, stick in
The thing's feet. Still,
It rushes down the river
Toward my boat. I will
Let it take me, with a
Smile.
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