the boat has gone round in a circle
returned to the Acheron
it meets its tributaries
Phlegethon
and Periphlegethon
the air is filled with a miasma of smoke
my eyes run not with tears of sorrow
but from canisters of
hurled at me
the way is slow as we circumnavigate
these two endless rivers
I sleep for an unknown time
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