Ulysses Asleep
T Tom Billsborough
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Restless as the shark's survival,
I seek the mythic isles
That bloom on far horizons
Arousals of old songs.
And shall I find Calypso there
Seducing with her tunes
Promising eternal youth,
And days of leisure, nights
Of love below complicit stars?
Or shall I find my Ithaca
My true Penelope,
Whose face fades like my duty
Like the ashen fate of Troy.
Calypso leaves her footprints
And I'm inclined to follow
Her trail on golden sands
Towards the many rock pools
Where crabs and starfish creep
below pellucid water.
And I am stranded too
By her sweet commands.
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