Ghosts of cities haunt a rusting empire
a ship lost at sea
there's treasure sinking
in the wreckage
may the ruins elevate me
from the ruins
I will rise
from the ruins
What is it I see
a lamp upon the shore
will you guide me home tonight
or leave me to the storm
toss me to the waves
of an unforgiving sea
or pull me from the wake
that would have ruined me
Broken column
breaking the tide
a perch for the crow
all that it supported
now carrion bones
There are no paths to follow
only a current of debris
choking on the surf I swallowed
to taste salinity
If we only have this moment
of my own catastrophe
jettison these troubles
and let them ruin me
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