Wooden Moon beams; draw splintered light
And cast frail sails below its rotund hull
To rise and fall on the four quadrants flight
Beyond its reaches, to the space whales song;
Now calls the sirens of the hidden asteroids
“Bleed out your timbers on the midnight sea” Least we lay marooned on lost island planetoids Yearning to transvers on eternities keep
I wait for a line to cast an amethyst rope
To rear me up across the crescent shanty ship For odysseys that beacon on infinites road
Lulled mystifying on this universe we skip How calmly pleasing that my soul so immersed Should fly on satellites across the Universe
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