Song For the Elder in Denial


Oh, romantic stars in the sky!

Carry me onto your vessel – the orange of my lighthouse –
the stationary poppy is resolute on your nose
The giant smiles at the one
but the astronaunt does not smile!
When he looks at the cat fisherman!
And the sweet-smelling ocean,
crashes in with the sound of Summer
nothing but your clear mouth,
On what somber ribbons gathered with electricity?

Do I bask in the glow of self-denial?
Or do I dream of an uncertain but glorious future?


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