Poezie
the sailor
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Mediu
sometimes
my breath lights up
those nights
in which Celsius
drops his arms
in the depth
of my dragon,
the ocean
I slay it
with every
childish turn
of my foolish
sword-boat
with every
song with which
I call the siren
and sometimes
but only sometimes
the siren cries
on Celsius\' shoulder
the ocean
calls for me
like a pain-drunken
child
crying out
for his mother
I enfold it
with dreams of
the moon-princess
and we glide
through her path
a strange family
no loneliness
but just insanity
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