Captain of the Boat of a Million Years,
unceaseless wanderer, dead among the gods,
traversing the world beyond life,
bargaining with gods,
giving the answers that keep your soul safe
from the guardians at the gates,
no end for your voyage, for death
was the end, and in the timeless eternity
things exist in act of constant repetition,
you are casting a spell, creating yourself
anew like the rising Sun the day,
while your body lies in its silent dark.
07.06.2025
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