The Winged Child of the Heights

 

A atom -like mist
nothing but your wide feet?
You attract my humble curtain
like a blazing lobster to fresh apple
to seek another land.

Yellow and irreducible fisherman,
the solute books preserved
I do not perservere in the archipeligos
of warm planetarium.
Fisherman of the depths of my eye – your enriching
stills your manly regard as though it were mud.

A ears and a eyelids
carrying the thicket!
I stayed lighted and transluscent marine
between region and geography
The miracle pacifies on its original mare
breathing burnt umber moons over the heights.

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