Floating On The Lake Of Memory

On a clear lake
Flecked with a light wind
The ship sails
On
 .
Under a blanket of clouds
Towards a mountain-less horizon
It steadily turns
 .
Dipping into the water
In a spinning chance
To remember what happened
All so long ago
Hidden under the white capping surface
Of the lake
 .
Looking down
It seems to close by
Yet so faraway
The memory
Seemingly on the surface
But truly far below
 .
Jumping off the boat
Taking the time
To dive into the reflective surface
And sink towards seeming
Infinity
 .
As air disappears
The face
Sinks into blue
 .
Flailing
Wondering why
The floating air
Was ever left
For a journey to the mind
 .
At the bottom
The silt clouds
With each step
As tiny fish
Swim
Biting the water
Around the memory
Trying to discourage
The opening
Of the sunken treasure chest
 .
Come so far
To a locked chest
Kicking it open
In a mask of silt
Tinny coppers
Fall out
Just that
For all this?
 .
A wish
To have kept the longing
For a memory
That is only worth
A few coppers

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