There be a
problem in the brain
that will not go
still
goes unsolved.
I
Am shivering.
Since Dawn
However there is
Little cold.
The waters glisten
Malicious and
Sensuous simultaneously:
I heard
The weather-wave
Rattle
Rattle
As it turned
Round and round
And round
In its wild gyrations
And
From over the sea
Azure
Came the colorless wind
Neighing and
Singing.
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