I warble since the Dawn
Alighted in this place
This port this town
Here on Earth:
With me
Warble
A thousand birds that slept
In boughs
And more
The spirits, ghosts and
Shrouds,
Still in the womb of Earth
Circulating
I turn to the port breezes
For more joy
That has been rare
That always was
Rare
These last years in my life.
Rare joy.
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