From Suicide's Rail
The moon is over the homeward passage,
the unearthly waters darkly churning
a black wake, as seen from suicide’s rail.
The bridge crosses to distant unknown shores.
Nothing to fear let go and step forward
into the cool air, feel it rush past you
as you float downward into paradise.
The pitch-black sparkling entrance awaits.
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