You roam the seas avoiding home-harbour
you’re on a binge while Penelope spins
when asked you say you’re no one
lost your identity in an echoing horse
the tricks are too hard to sacrifice
for domestic bliss in a kingdom
seen too many prone and naked bodies
been transformed too many times
you’re lucky and you know it

there’s no record of your later fate

Colin Robinson

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