sargasso sea

where youth holds the
illusion of immortality
old age falls for
the mirage of death
she of the sargassum
is too old to be seduced
by the heart
too young to stumble
into imaginary graveyards
she is pulled by neither
the currents of fear nor folly
and simply floats on
the skin of the world
what war will she wage
that is not her own?
what lover will she embrace
who is not a reflection
of herself?
when there is nothing
left to live for
she becomes truly alive
a still point of consciousness
in the great coma
you wish to awaken the world?
wake to your own day and
the night around you will
appear to pale in the rays
of the cosmic sun

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