the echo returns not
steeped in an ocean of time
slow motion’s recurrence reverberated
concentric circles rippled the tide
moored its anchor
in illusions of safety
yet the harbour was far away
a mere tug at a distant shore
once more it sent out its signal
as he finally snapped ready to drown
never again said the mermaid
leave the sinister hobgoblins
and straddle Atlantis with me
secured at last he acknowledged
that letting go of the past
meant freedom and safety
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