Souls are sovereign in their own domain,
In which they rule for better or for worse,
X's turning as the tides reverse,
The flotsam calculating loss and gain
Yet floating on a sea of joy and pain.
Now they come together, now disperse,
Intent on more than yearning can contain.
Nor need they billows bless nor currents curse,
Each free to will the wind it would sustain.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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