I look for coins to place on my own eyes.
It’s late now, but that I know.
When I was a child, my horoscope was hidden.
The soothsayer, he held my chin -
Should he have gripped my throat tight?
He whispered a prophesy instead -
All was said in a language I didn’t understand.
There was a darkness born with me - my twin.
It swallowed my life - and finally my beloved.
Deeds were done - by me, to me, unto others.
My torment in the form of boat man comes.
Cold water ripples spread past, present, future.
Like all things, it was writ large at the start.