Necropolis

Neptunian Orison

I must let go of these beloved balloons, let them float up into the boundless blue of the sky,
Throw my troubles into the boundless blue of the sea, let it swallow them whole,
Jettisoned, clutched by the white, fluffy clouds and the white, foamy crests of waves.
Let the winnowing winds be my wings to fly away from my plangent plight,
In a fulgurant flash, forming again.
Make me new, Neptune.
God, make me good...