Lost in sleeps of fluvial sadness.
Alone and pale the moon is lost
Up upon map, a faint hope.
Tonight mortal trap is hanging
In colours of the sea tangible wind the shade....
Like a conflict idea of quiver from shells and complaint
Stone oblivion and the silence footholds
On gardens of weedy steps.
Unnatural turn, gnarled wall.
Which fear changed your way?
Green nets overtaken you
Take me from here, turn away the snake,
My fate is given in your breath
The forgetfulness,
The silence.
Tied up in the mast I was
As long as time kept the travel
Lost Atlantis in your eyes
Which death? Which shadow? Which homeland?
Maybe was out of line the conscience that envied my fate.
The sleep
And the death
And the sound of silence.
You came there.
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