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I once paid bargain price for a ride on my River Styx
It was a deal with the devil, not with my soul
but with my spirit
It was good economics
Life’s edges display
on the coast and I am sure
I have the best view
In the depths unknown I saw the fish
quench my thirst
While the stream engraved my boat
left it caked in graffiti
Soon I could see it all
Paintings in the palm tree
Haikus all over the hills
Sand covered in songs
The Styx cut the earth and past it all
flooding the air with its own fury
Vibrancy set fire to the land
only to birth phoenixes of the arts
The river was constant
The land was everchanging
I saw Genghis Khan’s home
And the godly river flowing from that pleasure dome
See his ancestors rise from their graves more alive than ever before
Behold the descendants, even the infinite unborn
Perhaps I could learn from the river
How to draw and paint and sing
And show someone
But how can I do that like the Styx
I don’t taste like the river
sound like the river
smell like the river
Okay, I’ll show you the best I can
Then the ride was over
I only bargained for, like
A few decades on the river
It was the best deal I could get
Most people only show up at the end of their ride
Though they get to stay forever
It was a good trade though
I hope so