Deep Runs The Styx
Just as Aeneas followed
Sibyl’s instruction and built an
Altar-pyre that rose toward
The Heavens, dressed its
Flanks with branches darkly in
Leaf so that Aeneas could journey
To the Underworld and River Styx to
Talk to his father,
I have visited the Styx, albeit briefly,
To see my parents in their future state
And myself in my future state.
The other day, I tore down a
Friendship out of neediness to
Share grief, angst, sadness.
I am not that person. He was
Someone else altogether,
Someone I admonish others not
To be, and yet the damage is done, and
There’s nothing to be done.
Deep runs the River Styx inside.
I overlook its leagues of acre feet at
my peril, for failing to fully grasp its
Influence on my life is to ignore an
Impending tsunami while standing
Barefoot on the beach.
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