A solitary craft stirs the glassy surface
of an infinite Stygian sea.
The ambiguous Heaven glows
from above and below,
a towering column conjoining twin horizons
that swallow an ancient mausoleum
into empty silence.
This monolithic isle
like the surface of the Moon
is unchanging. Even I cannot remember
its last living inhabitant, save for the trees
thriving in its schism. To this haunting
paradise my passenger
retreats from her intractable grief.
Pygmalion I fashioned her
from purest white and imperfect
adoration. Love quickened
my ivory queen to life whom Loss
transformed into stone once more.
She melts away from me, now Charon
lingering her shores for her return.
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