Beneath the clutter of my days
Something moves
I must ignore
I must-not listen to
As the sad sailor
Told before of sirens,
Stirs his bark between
One ruin and another
Hopes once more to look upon
A sea more calm
Then billowing winds
To set him free
To such sun and air
Lists not to enchantment
Hung about - but bends his way
From all such promises
That would betray
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