depth erate

depth

 

if god were king

i would odysseus be

and ithaca my prize

i would have troy

vanquished and returned

to blue to languish

would not the ark

of journey be

for it would ithaca

were the now

i would flight

upon the harbour

adorn my love

would stride onto

sea driven lanes

to action the word

would i walk

i and arraign

as if penelope

were only mine

and there would

i cyclops and the fair

antigone lease, release

to tother tale

i would my briseis

lay upon the wind

and from the river

lethe my weeping still

for until now

i would not ithaca

so sing Ulysses

sing an island

it would now

and then

and presence

be

it would now

and then

and presence

be