by The Cowl Editor on February 1, 2018


Trireme in the sea
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by Marisa DelFarno ’18


I was much further out than

a lost star’s way.

I was trotting along

a route obscure.

Boundless and

bare. Bathe myself

in strangeness,

under the surge of

the blue veritable

ocean. Marvels of form

and gravity. The moving

waters, the enormous

avenues, going on and

on—sinkin’ deeper,

deeper. Taken root like

a stone. There, in

a black-blue vault, I

could no longer

voyage—closed and

done. And if I

become once more

the old traveler—I

learn by going. I

no longer felt myself

guided by a crumb

of the wrong