| Odysseus 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
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