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To vist the Seas my fluttering sails l see.
:35:05
Brother to the Marlin together in the night.
:35:08
Pucking at the moon her refluction in waves.
:35:11
l raise my bardly which on the rising tides.
:35:14
Oh rise, gentle sun, golden in your reach.
:35:18
And weave, dear Moon, your silvery filament.
:35:21
Unveil away the darkness that over me hangs. . .
:35:25
One this funered cloth my they ,my Preshiment.
:35:28
Upon a lake a lotus wish l be.
:35:32
Scenting the day's breath
with fragrance and poetry.
:35:36
Searching in the wind
for traces of my formed spirit. . .
:35:39
The discovery my reflected present
:35:43
Can l see. . .
:35:45
that was the last poet l wrote.
:35:54
Before l lost my fingers.
:36:05
You may leave now.
:36:24
l will lend you my fingers.
:36:29
You do not want to be bothered
with a bitter man's thoughts.
:36:33
l would not be here if it was bother.
:36:40
You should leave. .
:36:42
. . .before others begin to worry.
:36:51
Wait.
:36:54
Maybe.
:36:56
. . .we could start tomorrow.