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aeondeug:

A poem for Trans Day of Remembrance about Manannán as psychopomp:

He guides us on, on to Home
in a little boat that knows the way,
his hand upon our shoulders firm
to comfort us always and ever.

He guides us on, on to Home
with a sword raised to the stars
revealing the truth they tried to hide
to show us always and ever.

He guides us on, on to home
as a cloak of mist wraps about the ship
shrouding us from the cold and cruel
to protect us always and ever.

bebemoon:

“From that time on, I basked in the Poem of the Sea,
A milk-white suspension of stars that devours
Raw azures. Through it drowned men
Fall like bleached driftwood, heavy with trance.”

— Rimbaud, Drunken Boat  (via typewriterjazz)