a white boat

for the first moment
the song is your hard life

a voice dreams your thought
your spirit with all its riot

as here music moves through night
and the city lodges in you

you say "I’ve just one other sea
one city more than this”

but your corpse will also enter
reminiscent of all aphrodisiacs

consequently, though you destroy
the white boat is here only for you

each road is not a possible road
since you ruined time

each number walks alone
and its uproar disturbs the pushes

each judgement has its secrecy
the shutdowns of therefore

each possible way
will destroy and endure, only you


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