Dark and quiet near the sea
We rotate humming delusions before the shadows
Repent! The devil is coming
Sinful and hot about the land
We draw numb feet above the flock
Alack! The feeling will come again
So splintering on the mist
I extort green illusions before the tomb
God! The Knave gets weird
open-eyed silent
out of control
nothing to lose
After how many voyages
the guest
grow old
trying to remember
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