Sea craft of magic
Rolls
As thunder clouds
Over
High peaks in Patagonia
snows
there
grow
the mists of yesterday
and the growing spell
of the night of today
the sea craft with its magic
wings
flies on and on and on
in the wide twilight
waters glaring:
southward
the waters glow
northward
thunders blow
and
lightning
and still
the sea craft
goes on and on
deriding
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