A lantern showing light and dark reality drifts on the edge of my mind like a ship’s barrel that fell overboard, as it dodges the shoreline, wanting to escape its finale. There is a crevice between remarkable provenance and the actual hard landing on a rocky shore only to have wooden staves break apart.
The Bag Lady 
I like that comparison of our thoughts like the bobbing barrel as sea, adrift and at the mercy of the waves.
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